C46 A Precious Item

"Mom, when's Dad coming home?" The eight-year-old Lin Lo blinked and asked her mother.

Hsu Yan put down the brush in her hand and hugged Lin Lo on her lap as she said, "It should be soon. Lo be good and sit back down. Mom is almost done with the painting. "

Lin Lo was somewhat vexed by Hsu Yan's perfunctory words. She pouted her small mouth and said, "Mommy, you always say that every time