The perfunctory tone displeased Little Ye'er, "Mom, you're treating me like a child..."
"You are a child."
"Hmph." Little Ye'er pouted, "One day I will grow up."
"When you grow up, Mom will be old." Su Qingyue sighed.
Little Ye'er stared into his mother's clear eyes, his bright pupils filled with reluctance, "If Ye'er never grows up, Mom can stay young, then Ye'er is willing to be a child forever."
"Silly son." Su Qingyue hugged his small body tightly, "How could it be okay if you don't grow up? In Mom's eyes, no matter how old you get in the future, you will always be my son."
"Mom..." Little Ye'er gave Su Qingyue a kiss on the face.
Yinzhu stood by, watching the tender bond between Young Lady and Young Master, feeling deeply moved as well.
