Tian Yan timidly looked at him and nodded slightly. Bo Jingnian almost wanted to pull her in for a kiss; she truly was his little cotton jacket, already giving a helping hand.
But he feared Tian Lingyun's resistance, so he desperately suppressed the upward curl of his lips, "Tiantian, what do I do? Yanyan won't let me leave."
Tian Lingyun pressed her lips together, lowering her gaze to the little one in her arms. She didn't want to maliciously speculate about her own child, but the words spoken last night and the hateful look in her eyes made it hard to let go easily.
Perhaps people are like this; before hurtful words are spoken, things can be glossed over. Once the heart is hurt, it feels like everything the other party does is with an ulterior motive.
But Yanyan is only two and a half years old. She would rather believe that the person saying those vicious words last night was possessed, rather than believe that someone so young could say such things.
