"I'm just worried about you," Xia Yunsheng said. "You're busy with these things every day, and I fear it's too exhausting for you."
"I'm not tired," Cheng Yanzhi replied. "I'm in great shape. What, are you doubting me?"
"..." Xia Yunsheng sat helplessly on his lap, "No."
The next day, Cheng Yanzhi went out, and Xia Yunsheng visited the Xia Family to tidy up the old house.
Tricky walked in from outside and saw Xia Yunsheng staring blankly at the photos, asking, "Mom, what are you looking at?"
Xia Yunsheng stared at the photo on the wall, the only picture left by her family, and now, she's the only one left in it.
She lowered her head and held Tricky's hand, "Alright, let's go back! I'll carry you."
"No need," Tricky said, "Dad said I have to walk on my own."
"Tricky doesn't dislike Dad anymore?" Xia Yunsheng looked at her son, feeling very pleased to see him being so obedient.
Tricky furrowed his brow; he probably didn't know how to explain his feelings.
