Returning to the Presidential Mansion, it was already deep into the night.
Chi Xiaoyu stood in the guest bedroom, looking at Xiao Tian lying in bed.
Over six years old now, Xiao Tian was gradually growing up and becoming more understanding. Apart from taking care of his sister Xiao Guai, he even knew how to look after her.
Xiao Guai often asked about their father's whereabouts.
But Xiao Tian rarely asked; he seemed to understand something.
She bent down, holding the sleeping Xiao Tian tightly in her arms.
Xiao Tian, with his sleepy eyes, looked at Chi Xiaoyu, then proactively stretched out his small hands to hug her, "Mom!"
"Baby..."
"Mom, why haven't you slept yet?"
Chi Xiaoyu smiled slightly, simply lay down on the bed, lying side by side with Xiao Tian, reaching out to embrace his small shoulders.
"Xiao Tian, do you know? You've been different from other boys since you were little!"
