"Junjun, Mommy really misses you. Can you come out and let Mommy see you, please?" Shen Hanqian's tears fell uncontrollably. The child was clearly right in front of her, but she couldn't touch him or even get him to talk much with her. Her heart was utterly broken.
Junjun shrank back into his seat and picked up his bowl of rice, eating silently.
But his mouth felt so sour—so sour that his vision blurred, and his nose was flooded with tears, making it hard for him to breathe...
How could he still have the face to let Mommy hold him? What right did he have?
Qianqian followed him to his seat, and all the other children stopped eating and turned to look at Little Junjun!
The child, suddenly the center of attention, became a little embarrassed and angry. He shouted at the teacher, "Teacher, please ask her to leave! She's not my mom—I don't want to talk to her..."
