"Mom, what's wrong? Why aren't you speaking? Are you worried about Uncle?"
While Qiu Yingrong was lost in thought, a crisp voice suddenly rang in her ear.
At some unknown time, Lingling, who had been focused on watching cartoons, stood up from the sofa and was now standing in front of Qiu Yingrong, her big, bright eyes fixed on her with curiosity.
Upon hearing Lingling's voice, Qiu Yingrong snapped back to reality, looked at Lingling standing before her, and flashed a smile, saying, "Lingling, what's up? Is there something you need from Mommy?"
"Mom, what happened just now? I called you several times and you ignored Lingling. Did Lingling do something wrong to make Mommy angry?" Lingling cautiously asked Qiu Yingrong.
"Lingling, you didn't do anything wrong. Mommy was just lost in thought, thinking about some things. It has nothing to do with you."
