"Baby..."
Li Jiaqi softly called out, and He Sizhe turned around, his big eyes looking at her, then walked towards her.
"Mom!"
He Sizhe climbed onto the wheelchair and sat on Li Jiaqi's lap.
Li Jiaqi kissed his little face and wrapped him in her arms.
She closed her eyes, letting the sea breeze gently brush her cheeks.
Suddenly, she remembered what Hua Shiyu had once said.
Could there be another possibility between her and He Yingdong?
"He Sizhe, get off Mom's lap!"
He Yingdong scolded in a low and severe voice.
This time, He Sizhe understood his words, glanced at Li Jiaqi, then swiftly climbed down from her lap...
"He Yingdong, don't be so harsh on the child!"
"Boys shouldn't be so spoiled..."
He Yingdong held He Sizhe's little hand, pulled him aside, and sternly reprimanded him, "Mom is sick; she feels uncomfortable. You cannot sit on her lap, understand?"
He Sizhe looked up at him, not speaking, but earnestly nodded.
"Alright, go and play!"
