Growing up in such an environment, it was natural that he could tell from their expressions that his mom didn't love him. In fact, she didn't even want to see him, wishing he had never existed.
Such a blow was enormous for a child longing for warm maternal love.
So, seeing such a gentle Mother Bo at this moment, he couldn't help himself.
"I've told you, don't cry so easily. Look at what a crying mess you've become?" Little Bo was initially very impatient with Murong Li.
But perhaps because of the Little Pet, he still felt a bit sympathetic towards the little guy in his heart.
He pulled a few tissues from the table and handed them to him: "Wipe it off."
"I... I... I..." Murong Li timidly took the tissues, gently wiping his tears, wanting to explain what had just happened, but didn't know how.
Just now, he was merely hoping for a moment of motherly love.
