"Right, Ankang, go quickly and bring the food in from the car!" Ye Mengyuan said to Si Ankang.
Si Ankang, who had been sitting silently, finally stood up!
Si Wuxie asked curiously, "Mom, what's the tasty stuff?"
"Brought you some delicious things!" Ye Mengyuan said.
Hearing Ye Mengyuan say that, Anning felt a pang of sourness in her heart.
Indeed, the heart of a parent is universally compassionate. Ye Mengyuan must be afraid Si Wuxie might suffer from hunger and cold outside.
"Mom, you've come such a long way, bringing what food?" Si Wuxie complained slightly.
"It's because I'm afraid you can't fend for yourself, afraid you'll suffer from hunger and cold outside," Ye Mengyuan spoke with tears reddening her eyes again.
Si Wuxie wrapped his arm around Ye Mengyuan's shoulders and said, "So, are you relieved now?"
Ye Mengyuan nodded.
Before coming, she imagined Si Wuxie as miserable as one could think, almost linking his current image to street beggars and crazy people.
