Hearing Qiao Xu's voice, Qiao Yi suddenly raised his head, and the next second, he let go of the building blocks in his hand and rushed into her arms. His chubby arms wrapped tightly around her neck and refused to let go.
Qiao Xu's eyes instantly reddened.
At this moment, she realized that she was not a qualified mother. Aside from giving birth to Qiao Yi, she had always left him with a nanny due to her work.
She had never heard him complain, and he seemed as sensible as a little adult, so she thought he was truly independent.
But he was just a three-year-old child, a child who needed his mommy by his side. How could she be so neglectful to overlook this?
At this moment, Qiao Xu felt both distressed and guilty, holding Qiao Yi even tighter.
Qiao Yi did not speak, just clinging tightly to Qiao Xu, burying his head in her chest, and remaining silent.