Xing Ye seemed to have discovered a different side of his brother.
He set the computer aside and looked with interest at the little fellow beside him, who was almost a head shorter, and asked him, "We all have no idea where Mom has gone, how do we find her?"
"That's simple! Call Mom!" Little Yuan said innocently, actually picking up the telephone beside him and pressing a string of numbers with a semblance of seriousness.
On the other end, a stiff female voice quickly responded, "Sorry, the number you dialed is currently switched off..."
"It's off..." Little Yuan muttered, dismissively tossing the phone aside and started to tug at his brother's sleeve, whining, "Boo hoo... I want Mommy... Brother, I want Mommy..."
After all, he was still just a two-year-old, clinging to Mommy was completely natural.
Xing Ye also missed Mommy, but he didn't show it, instead he buried it deep in his heart.
