The departing figure of the government officer exuded delight.
Meng Yao held onto Ange, her face full of indescribable complexity.
Zhao Dahe was at a loss for words, glancing at Meng Yao, then Ange, sighing and shaking his head.
"What's with your expression?" Meng Yao was puzzled.
"Mom, you..." Zhao Dahe couldn't articulate anything, letting out a long sigh instead.
"Ange, be good. Go with your brother, and I'll make you something to eat, okay?" Meng Yao said.
Ange clung tightly to Meng Yao, shaking his little head vehemently, "Don't want to go with brother, stay with mom."
Zhao Dahe sighed deeply, lamenting the situation his mother had caused; the child surely had psychological scars from being abandoned.
"Mom, you just hold onto him. Let sister-in-law go and make something for him to eat!" Zhao Dahe suggested.
This hug is owed to him, it's right to repay it.
Meng Yao could only instruct Song Xiu'er to help cook some rice porridge.
