C316 A good mother cultivates a good boy

"What's the matter?" Zhao Zi Ru walked over and hugged his grandson's daughter. She asked lovingly, "Why aren't you playing Mu Ya anymore?"

Mu Ya's two small hands were still tightly holding onto the little toys, and she said sorrowfully to Zhao Zi Ru: "I miss mother."

Zhao Zi Ru kissed her, coaxing: "Mom will be back soon, can you play for a while more Mu Ya?"

Mu Ya shook her head