Jiang Xiaoxiao glanced at Ladi crying uncontrollably, while Tang Yuan tightly held Jiang Xiaoxiao's hand, glancing uneasily at Ladi and Qin Dazhuang.
"Mom, just let Uncle-in-law come in."
Jiang Xiaoxiao sighed. The children are still young, and no matter how much resentment exists between adults, it's unrelated to the children.
In children's innocent hearts, they yearn for the purest parental love.
You can't sever the relationship between children and their father because of this.
Tang Yuan's heart is kind, and at this moment she couldn't bear to scold her son.
The children are still so young, a blank slate, and adults shouldn't project their preferences onto this slate, but let him explore by himself and freely paint his life on it.
"The children are crying like this, let's go inside the courtyard first. If outsiders see, they'll think something happened."
Jiang Xiaoxiao spoke.
