Crossing his arms over his chest, Ann said with a look of disgust, "Look at the name. You are so stupid. How did you know it was me who did that?"
When she heard this, she was so touched that she hugged him and touched his hair. "I know you are the only one who can help me at the critical moment. Thank you for saving my mom."
Said Viola, sobbing.
Ann got out of her arms and squinted at her with irony. "You have lost your dignity a long time ago."
After a short pause, Viola smiled apologetically. "I will do whatever you say."
Ann rolled his eyeballs which were as black as grapes. With a serious face, he questioned, "What have you been doing these days? Recently, the news about you and a large video account with mosaics has been everywhere online."
With a guilty conscience, Viola bit her finger, wondering if Ann had recognized Maynard as his father.
She was not sure, so she pretended to know nothing and tried to change the topic. "Well, let's play chipping."
Ann said calmly, "I'm not as bored as you are. If you don't admit it, I'll ask the media."
Startled by his words, Viola's petite body shook. She quickly hugged him, rubbed her head on his belly and answered, "Ann, don't be so heartless. The mosaics have been made, so you don't have to care too much."
Ann poked her forehead with his finger, freed himself from her embrace and said, "Mommy, you have degenerated."
Then she went into the room as if nothing had happened.
"What should I do?".
She couldn't guess what her son thought.
The wounds on her body were almost healed when she went to work at the periodical office.
She almost finished her work in the morning. Thinking of what happened last night, she bit her lips awkwardly.
She pushed away the chair and stood up. She decided to have a talk with Maynard by the way, and also to see if Ann had recognized him.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Who is Miss. Qi, please?"
Hearing someone calling her name, Viola raised her hand, walked to the door and said, "I am, you are..."