Wen Jiaren lowered her head and saw a delicate and handsome little face, so beautiful that it was hard to look away, "Xiao'er."
Every time she saw her son, Wen Jiaren felt as though her heart was about to melt, soft and tender.
Mu Xiao seemed to know Wen Jiaren's worries, walked over, and hugged Wen Jiaren's leg, looking at her with bright, dark eyes, "Jiaren, are you unhappy?"
Wen Jiaren immediately hugged Mu Xiao, pinched his little nose, "Mommy's not unhappy, why would Xiao ask that?"
"Liar, you're clearly unhappy." Mu Xiao hugged Wen Jiaren's waist, buried his head into her neck, and softly said, "Daddy said that in a few days, our family will go to City A. There are many bad people there, but Jiaren doesn't need to worry, Xiao'er and Daddy will protect you."
Mu Xiao's cultivation was advancing quickly, and he was now a Dark Practitioner at the Seventh Rank Middle Stage.
