Yize pursed his lips and clung to Su Nian's hand, "Mommy, I'll suggest something lighter then."
At ten years old, the boy hadn't fully grown, and Su Nian was worried he might overwork himself and harm his spine during development, so she adamantly refused, "You go help mommy by stopping a cab for us to rent."
"Mommy, you..."
"Quickly, or mommy will get angry." Su Nian deliberately pulled a face.
Sure enough, Yize was a bit scared, "Mommy, don't get mad, wait here for me, I'll be right back to help you."
"Okay." Su Nian nodded, but her feet didn't stay still as she followed Yize outside.
Half an hour later, Su Nian arrived at the door of the apartment bought by Zheng Haoyu with three large bags, leaning against the door and panting heavily, not wanting to move. Understandingly, Yize took the keys from her hand, helped carry the bags into the house one by one.
