The little one blinked, not really able to grasp everything Sophie Wilson meant.
But he did understand that his mom was in a bad mood and feeling sad.
The chubby little guy called out in worry, his pudgy hand gripping Sophie Wilson's finger tightly: "Mom?"
"It's okay, buddy." Sophie picked him up and said with a smile, "Mom will work hard to train them, help them improve as much as possible."
Only when their skills improve can their casualty rate go down.
"Mm." The little guy listened in a daze, but he still nodded hard.
Whatever Mom said was right.
"Alright, how about we sort out your things now? You and Mom will pack together!" Sophie swept away her gloomy mood and said to him with a smile.
As long as she did her best, she'd have a clear conscience!
"Okay!" The little one answered happily.
