"Who said mommy hates us? Geez! Get a grip... Have you ever seen such happy and healthy-looking kids that are hated by their mother? And what made you come to that conclusion?" Zhihao, who was sweating, rushed over to the gazebo from the other side of the pavement that went to the playing ground, panting heavily.
His earlier clean tracksuit was now slightly dirty as they had gone playing at the playing ground. Some parts of the playing ground were purely green grass and other parts were cemented.
"Mother... I thought I wouldn't be able to see you today, too! Daddy is taking all your time, and we are left with nothing; you are our mommy; we have to be your priority, mommy, and not him; you would have the entire week ahead, just all to yourself... Don't forget, it's just tomorrow and we would have to go back to the military academy camp." He rushed over to his mother, lunging onto her lap and gazing at her with those puppy eyes that looked like he had been wronged.
