Xu Mey already knew that her son was very mature for his age, but only today she realized that he seemed to have grown up to the point where he could even comfort his own mother. When she needed to be there for him, he was instead here for her. It left a conflicting feeling in her heart. As much as she was happy to hear those words from her son, she was also feeling sad in her heart.
"Little Bao, your food is here," Ye Jun entered the room and announced in a loud voice.
"Uncle brought your food, go and eat it," said Xu Mey as she urged him to go. "I won't cry." She reassured seeing his expression and only then did Bao went back to sit on the couch.
While Ye Jun opened the meal box for Bao, he asked in a low voice, "What's the situation, Captain?"
Bao clicked his tongue, "Situation is a little sensitive at the moment."
"Oh..." Ye Jun passed the chopsticks to Bao and asked, "Any suggestions to make it better?"
I think I've said this before but I need to repeat myself because people seem to keep forgetting. Words are like knives. You need to learn to use them wisely. Your words can actually hurt someone beyond your imagination.
I truly don't need anyone to tell me how to write my story!
If you don't like what I write, please quietly leave! There are thousands of books on this platform that are actually way better than mine. I'm even willing to offer you some recommendations.
But please don't spread your negativity in my comment section.
Sometimes, I also lose my patience!