"I only believe in my mother, my aunt, my uncle, and Uncle Lu."

Yangyang said seriously, "My father and the others, I can't believe it."

The little guy's heart is like a mirror and he understands everything.

Haitong touched his little face with soft eyes, "You are your mother's lifeblood. No matter what happens, my aunt will never let you mother and son separate. Yangyang, it's not easy for your mother. When you grow up, , be filial to your mother."

"Auntie, I can do it. When I grow up, I want to earn a lot of money to buy a big house and a car for my mother. I don't need my mother to be so tired from working, and I can also buy a big house for my aunt."

In Yangyang's eyes, her mother is so tired just to make money.

Then when he grows up, he will work hard to earn money so that his mother can rest and have money to spend.

Haitong smiled and said: "Auntie, you don't need to buy a big house. You think your uncle's house is big enough. I'm not greedy. I'll settle for a small home."

"Ring ring ring..."

While the aunt and nephew were talking, Haitong's cell phone rang.

"My uncle must be missing me. I need to answer the phone."

Yangyang jumped up and grabbed Haitong's cell phone from the bedside table. When he saw the caller ID, it was not his uncle's.

After attending kindergarten for one semester, he was cared for and taught by his aunt and uncle Lu. He knew a lot more words than other children of the same age. He didn't need to remember other words. He worked hard to remember his uncle's name.

"Is that your uncle?"

Seeing that the little guy was looking at his cell phone but not answering the phone, Haitong asked.

"Not my uncle."

Yangyang handed the phone to Haitong and asked Haitong to answer the call.

Neither her uncle nor her mother would take the initiative to answer the phone. Knowing that her aunt is also very busy, many of the people who call her are her clients.

Haitong looked at the string of Arabic numerals, frowned, and said to her nephew, "This is your father's contact number."

She deleted Zhou Honglin's phone number a long time ago. Later, Zhou Honglin changed his number. When he called again, Haitong had no note.

But she has a good memory. She took it once and knew it was Zhou Honglin's number, so she remembered it.

"Why did my dad call me so late?"

Yangyang muttered.

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