The little guy was held tightly, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, and hurriedly called out in his childish voice: "Mommy, Mommy, you're hurting Arno."
"I'm sorry, baby, I'm sorry, it's Mommy's fault. Mommy's just too happy." An Xiaomian quickly loosened her hold and then bent down to kiss Arno's little cheeks.
Arno smiled and asked her, "Why is Mommy happy?"
An Xiaomian thought for a moment; she couldn't tell a child who wasn't yet three why she was happy because it wouldn't be good if the child accidentally revealed it.
So she gently patted the child's little head and said, "You don't need to know why, baby. Come, Mommy will play with toys with you. Okay?"
Arno was still small, and hearing his Mommy say that, his attention was distracted, and the little guy happily nodded: "Mm, mm..."
Seeing Arno's attention diverted, An Xiaomian finally breathed a sigh of relief.
After that, An Xiaomian stayed in the room, playing with Arno.
