Han Qiao pinched his chubby cheeks.
"Eat it every other day in the future, but you can't eat so much next time, understand?"
"Yes, yes. Cheng'er understand."
Han Qiao patted his head.
At night, she told Heng Yi about He Cheng's situation, "Where do you think He Hong went? It's been a year, and there's no news at all."
"No matter what, we have to send someone back. At least we would know that he is still alive."
"Cheng'er is still young and doesn't know anything, but he will gradually learn about his identity."
Heng Yi hugged Ah-Yao and coaxed him to sleep.
"As long as we put our heart and effort into it, it doesn't make much difference to us whether He Hong comes back or not. For Cheng'er, when he grew up and could make contributions, it should not be a problem for him."
"Don't think about these things. Think about happy things."
After Yao fell asleep, he was placed in the cradle.