Tiny Genius Alert! Mom & Dad Better Make Peace-Chapter 480 - 450: Jun, Your Mother Is by Your Side

Chapter 480: Chapter 450: Jun, Your Mother Is by Your Side

Hearing his words, Jian Liangtong seemed deeply shaken, her bright eyes gazing at Huo Shaojun, suddenly welling up with very deep, deep sadness.

She inexplicably felt a strong urge to cry, very much, without reason.

Tears slipped down her white cheeks, Jian Liangtong opened her lips, her throat felt as if pierced by a million fine needles. She raised her hand, embarrassed, helpless, and confusedly wiping the tears off her face, "I, I don’t know why I’m crying, I’m, I’m sorry, I just feel suddenly very sad, I’m very sad, sob..."

Jian Liangtong covered her lips and really began to cry.

Huo Shaojun’s heart twisted with pain, abruptly reaching out to pull Jian Liangtong into his embrace, his large hand tightly pressing the back of her head, holding her face against his chest.

"Huo Shaojun, do we really know each other? Please tell me, do we really know each other?" Jian Liangtong asked hoarsely, repeatedly questioning softly within his arms.

Huo Shaojun closed his deep, cold eyes, only lowering his head to continuously kiss the crown of Jian Liangtong’s hair.

Throughout this afternoon, Jian Liangtong sobbed for a long time in Huo Shaojun’s arms, and after crying till exhaustion, she leaned against him and fell asleep.

When she awoke, it was already late at night.

Jian Liangtong opened her dry eyes, consciousness blurred, momentarily unable to ascertain her location.

After a moment, Jian Liangtong raised her hand to rub her two eyes, using the other elbow to support herself as she sat up in bed.

The spacious bedroom had only a dim table lamp flickering with a weak light.

Jian Liangtong pursed her lips, her eyes sweeping around the room; it was empty, with only her inside.

After sitting for dozens of seconds more, Jian Liangtong lifted the thin blanket off her body, got out of bed, and walked barefoot toward the bedroom door.

As she opened the bedroom door and stepped outside, she had just reached the living room when the distinct sound of a door opening was heard from the entrance hall.

Jian Liangtong stopped in place, her almond eyes filled with confusion as she looked over.

"Grandma Xu, it’s really late now, make sure Uncle Driver drives slowly as you head back." A childish voice came from the doorway.

Jian Liangtong’s spine suddenly stiffened, her brain momentarily crashing.

For she suddenly realized, the visitor might be someone’s... son!

In Jian Liangtong’s eyes flashed an unmistakable panic and tension, her hands clasping tightly in her palms. Her first thought was to hide herself.

With such thoughts, Jian Liangtong decisively turned around.

"Who are you?" The young voice drifted calmly from behind, so calm it was difficult to discern any emotion.

Jian Liangtong’s back went numb, never had she felt such intense guilt, to the point she stiffened, lacking even the courage to turn around.

Pattering footsteps slowly drew nearer from behind, eventually stopping very close behind her.

Sweat emerged on Jian Liangtong’s forehead, her heart raced uncontrollably, as if she were a trespasser at another’s residence, utterly out of place.

Swallowing slowly, Jian Liangtong still did not turn around, softly inhaling as she spoke, "I, I’m..."

"Are you my dad’s friend?"

"... Hmm." Jian Liangtong exhaled, "Are you his son?"

Upon saying that, no sound came from behind for quite a while.

Jian Liangtong couldn’t help but find it odd, she glanced back, but before she could see anything, a small boyish voice sounded, "You know me?"

Although he tried his best to suppress it, Jian Liangtong still heard traces of surprise.

Jian Liangtong lightly pursed her lips, nodded.

"... My dad never talks to anyone about me." Huo Tinghao said lowly, his tone clearly tinged with sorrow.

Jian Liangtong slightly furrowed her brow, "Why?"

Huo Tinghao glanced at her back from behind but did not answer her question, instead asking, "Where is my dad?"

Jian Liangtong was startled, her gaze shifting toward the study room direction, "He might be in the study."

Might?

Huo Tinghao looked at her again, pursed his little lips, and brushed past her toward the study.

This time, it was Jian Liangtong observing his back.

The little fellow was quite thin, dressed in a white three-quarter sleeve stand-collar shirt and black casual pants, his hair neatly combed back on one side. From the back, he looked somewhat cool.

Jian Liangtong’s lips curled slightly.

As Huo Tinghao reached the study door, raising his little hand as if to knock, he suddenly seemed to think of something and turned his head to look back at Jian Liangtong.

In that moment, as their eyes met, time seemed to come to a halt.

The curve of Jian Liangtong’s lips had no time to disappear as she stared wide-eyed, a bit panicked and nervous, at Huo Tinghao.

While Huo Tinghao’s small body also abruptly froze, his dark eyes stared unblinkingly at Jian Liangtong, full of doubt and uncertainty. He held his breath, fearing what he saw was merely a figment of his imagination.