"I'm sorry for making you worry."
Little Tang Mo patted Tang Yuanxiao's shoulder, comforting him silently as he apologized.
Tang Yuanxiao took a deep breath and awkwardly scrubbed at his face. He released Little Tang Mo, looking him up and down while touching and squeezing his small arms.
"What are you sorry for, you silly kid?"
'Thank goodness, thank goodness Little Tang Mo wasn't lost for good. Thank goodness they found him. Otherwise, what would I have done?'
'I wouldn't have been able to live in peace, and after I died, I wouldn't have the face to see Mo Jianjun in the afterlife.'
Little Tang Mo smiled and looked over at Wu Sheng, who was standing to the side. "Uncle."
He spread his arms. "You look like you're dying to hug me, so I'll let you have one."
Listening from the side, Su Li let out a snort of laughter.
"Should I thank Your Majesty for this great honor? It's obvious you're the one who wants a hug."
