"How was school today?" he asked.
The little guy looked at him, probably unsure how to answer the question.
Jun Moyan then said, "Are you happy?"
The little guy's eyelashes drooped, and he didn't speak, not giving Jun Moyan the answer he had just given Qing Yi.
Jun Moyan reached out and brought the little guy into his arms, letting him sit on his lap.
"Does An'an not like kindergarten?" he asked as gently as possible.
The little guy looked at him, then lowered his head, first shaking it, then nodding.
"Tell Daddy, is it because you don't like the kindergarten? Do the other kids bully you?"
The little guy hung his head and still didn't speak.
"Hmm?" Jun Moyan leaned closer, gently rubbing the tip of his finger on the little guy's soft cheek.
"I don't like it," the little guy said.
"Why don't you like it? Is someone bullying you?"
"An'an wants Mommy," the little guy lifted his little head and looked at Jun Moyan, his eyes meeting his.
