You like that uncle because of the attraction to the opposite sex, but I don't like that uncle because he bullied my mom."
Mou Wen: "..."
She rubbed Xunxun's head, "Sorry, Mom shouldn't have imposed her thoughts on you."
Xunxun shook his head, "But if Mom especially likes him, I can be a bit nicer to him for Mom's sake, so would that make Mom feel a little better?"
"No need to force yourself."
Xunxun shook his head, "Helping Mom is not forcing myself."
Mou Wen: "..."
Bo Zhi stood in front of the living room's floor-to-ceiling window, watching the back of the mother and son as they walked away. He flicked away the cigarette between his fingers, smiled self-deprecatingly, and walked out the door.
It was hard to get a taxi in the villa area. Mou Wen carried Xunxun for a long distance, and Xunxun suggested several times that he could walk by himself, but Mou Wen refused.
She felt secure only when holding her son.
Screech—
