Mr. Hao tried to comfort him, but it didn't work. The night grew darker, and Little Ping'an couldn't help but secretly wipe his tears seeing that his mother hadn't come back.
Moreover, he was so sleepy and wanted to go to bed, but his mother hadn't returned yet.
When Hao Yansen entered his bedroom, he saw the little guy curled up on the bed, his eyelids drooping from sleepiness, looking like he wanted to sleep but didn't dare to.
Hearing footsteps coming in, he was startled awake and opened his eyes wide, only to find it wasn't his mom.
"Why aren't you asleep yet?" Hao Yansen walked over and asked him in a low voice.
Although Little Ping'an called him Dad, there was still a lack of complete dependency.
He blinked his big eyes and said, "I'm waiting for Mom."
Hao Yansen sat on the bed and smiled, "Your mom won't be back for a while. I'm not lying to you, she has some very important things to do, but she will be back once she's done."
"Where did she go?"
