"But I don't miss you, what should I do?" Aurelia Shaw said deliberately.
Mason Campbell's little face scrunched into a real bun with grievance, his big eyes brimming with tears. He bit his lower lip, wanting to cry, but holding back the tears.
Aurelia Shaw's heart melted and ached at the same time. She pinched his little cheek and kissed his chubby face, comforting him, "Miss miss miss, Auntie has missed you so much."
Mason Campbell beamed a smile and hugged Aurelia Shaw's neck, "Ahn."
Aurelia Shaw was stunned. The voice was so low it sounded like a mosquito buzzing past her ear. This was the first time he whispered to her.
Wondering what it meant, Mark Campbell's cold voice came through: "He wants you to call him by his nickname, Ahn Ahn."
"Oh, your name's Ahn Ahn? Why do I feel like you're more of a little bun?" Seeing his face twist into a pout again, Aurelia Shaw hurriedly said, "Can you tell Auntie which Ahn it is?"
