"Cough, cough…" Bo Yan somewhat couldn't handle Yuran's questioning, and if he did not tell the truth, he felt like a jerk, so he stared into her clear eyes, conceding.
"Baby, first of all, you can't get mad, but in fact, back then, I purely did it to save someone."
Bo Yan's attitude suddenly changed, and his gaze deepened significantly, his tone sparse and flat, devoid of emotional fluctuation. She leaned into his embrace, where his heartbeat proved that everything he said was traceable, and she understood Bo Yan—he wouldn't speak if he chose not to, but if he did, it was certainly the truth.
"Hmm."
Yuran calmly leaned in his arms, waiting for him to continue slowly. Bo Yan glanced at Zhizhi, who was watching them, "Baby, why don't you go play on your own? Mommy and I need to talk about something."
Zhizhi said "oh," turned around, "Okay, I'll just go upstairs for a little while. Mommy's Lego isn't finished yet, I will come down soon to finish the task with mommy."
