"Haha, I'm going to play with my toys first, Uncle. You talk to Mom, okay? I won't disturb you."
Xiao Mei bounced back to her room and quickly settled on the couch cushion, happily playing with her toys.
Wen Yajun, watching the child so cheerful, felt his heart brimming with tenderness. He turned to Dong Xiaoyou and said, "Dong Xiaoyou, please don't worry, okay?"
"Everything will pass. As long as I'm here, you won't have to worry about anything. I'm your support. You should feel safe leaning on my shoulder. And please, trust me, okay? I am definitely capable of solving your family's problems and will absolutely not let your brother be harmed by others."
"Ah, easy for you to say, Wen Yajun. There are many things you don't understand," Dong Xiaoyou said, her eyes betraying a hint of deep complexity. Sometimes she truly didn't want to discuss certain matters, but the pressure building within her made them impossible to ignore.
