Yan Zheng saw Butong come in, and hurriedly got up from the sofa, ran to her feet, hugged her legs, and cried softly, "Mom..."

Butong: "...

she was so big, she was called this name for the first time.

at her age, even in the movies, she didn't meet the requirements of being a mother.

Butong touched his soft tiger's head, "fight, I'll watch cartoons with you."

Yan Zheng nodded his head vigorously as soon as his eyes brightened.

Butong took him back to the sofa and sat down. After a while, he saw a thin sweat on his forehead.

it's early autumn. The weather is not too hot, but...