After the song ended, Yan Luoluo felt a hundred emotions. She waved at Yan Qingfan and said gently: "Fanfan, come over."

Yan Qingfan sat down obediently, leaned on her side, and stared at her. His eyes were too clear, making it hard for people to look at him, especially when he was feeling guilty towards her.

Yan Luoluo took a deep breath and asked, "Fanfan, can you play this song for Mommy to hear? Is there anything you want to say to Mommy?"

With his thoughts exposed, Yan Qingfan did not hesitate anymore and directly said: "Mummy, when are you going home? Do you really not want me and Dad to go?"

When he asked this question, there was a shadow standing at the stairs on the second floor. The shadow swayed, and the corner of his mouth curled up in satisfaction: As expected of his, Mu Beihan's son, he's awesome!

Yan Luoluo was at a loss as to how to answer her son's question. She didn't know how to answer, and in her heart, she actually wanted to return, but there were other constraints.

"Let's wait until this is over, then we can live together again!"

Yan Luoluo did not give a definite answer. She only said that she would live with the Fanfan again, and did not mention whether she would return to the Mu Family or leave it.

Yan Qingfan's mouth moved, he still wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yan Luoluo: "Fanfan, it's getting late, let's return to our room to rest."

Hearing this, Yan Qingfan thought that his mother was about to leave and panicked. "No, it's still early, I don't want to go back to my room.

Her son's panicked and anxious expression made Yan Luoluo's heart ache. It seemed that her departure earlier had dealt a huge blow to him, otherwise, he wouldn't have listened to him telling him to go back to her room. Yan Luoluo nervously thought that she was leaving.

Yan Luoluo rubbed his son's little head, held his hand and walked up the stairs with him. "Mommy won't leave, Mommy will always be by your side, I'll watch you sleep, okay?"

He still tightly held onto Yan Luoluo's hand and did not let go of it. Even after he laid on the bed and was covered by Yan Luoluo's blanket, he still held onto Yan Luoluo's hand.

It seemed that he was really afraid …

Yan Luoluo's heart was moved, she felt even more sorry for her son. At the same time, a voice in her heart questioned: Did I really do the wrong thing?

"Mommy, it's been a long time since you've told me a story. Tell me a story!"

Yan Qingfan took the initiative to suggest.

Of course, Yan Luoluo agreed to all his requests, she nodded and smiled: "What story does Fanfan want to hear?"

At this moment, the bedroom door was pushed open, and Mu Beihan silently walked in. Yan Luoluo subconsciously turned her head, and her gaze just happened to bump into his own, as she felt a little awkward.

However, Mu Beihan appeared to be very calm, and said: "You're back?"

In order to prevent him from misunderstanding, Yan Luoluo hurriedly explained, "No, I just came back to see Fanfan. I will leave after Fanfan is asleep."

Hearing that, Mu Beihan secretly made a fist with his hand in his pocket.

Was he really that impatient to explain? Did he really hate staying here?

The man did not continue speaking. He silently sat down on the recliner at the side and hid himself in the darkness. His gaze was faint, it was unknown whether he was looking at them or elsewhere.

Yan Luoluo felt uncomfortable being stared at, but this was his home, and it was not a good place to let him out, so she could only turn around and look at her son's cute face, and try her best to ignore Mu Beihan's existence.