Su Yaoqi was healed by the little one's soft and doughy voice, and his previously awkward and unnatural face gradually showed a smile. He asked him, "So after your father married your mother, was he no longer unlucky?"
Jinbao sat down next to Su Yaoqi, propping his chin with one hand, putting on an all-knowing expression, "If dad's not unlucky, then I'm in trouble."
"Why?" Su Yaoqi was even more curious.
Jinbao glanced at his mother who was both amused and exasperated across from him and began to complain to outsiders, saying that his grandmother told him that in the past two years on his birthday, his parents were never around. Each year, just around his birthday, his parents would have to go out and leave him alone at home.
As he spoke, he would cast a resentful look at his mother.
Feeling her son's "eye warning," Wen Wan: "..."
She never knew her son actually had the ability to comfort people through shared misery.
