Mu Yiliang suddenly turned around and strode towards him, "You're willing to let me see him?"
Yan Sijue looked at the surprise and anticipation in her eyes, and the heaviness in his heart grew.
It was only when it came to Xiaoze that she would show such an expression. Yet, he had to use Xiaoze to make her stay.
He no longer had time to pity himself.
"Come with me." Yan Sijue withdrew his gaze and turned to walk inside.
Mu Yiliang hurriedly followed, but felt a bit puzzled—why had Yan Sijue suddenly become so agreeable?
But, upon seeing Xiaoze, she tossed these doubts aside!
"Xiaoze!" She rushed over, scooped up her son, almost bursting into tears, "Wuuu... you little heartless one!"
Xiaoze, squeezed tightly, was gasping for air, "Mommy... Mommy, go easy..."
"Why didn't you respond when I called your name from outside?" Mu Yiliang asked, feeling wronged.
"I didn't hear you..." Xiaoze comfortingly hugged her neck, "Mommy, I missed you so much."
