Little Fan's small body shrank, revealing a frightened expression. "Mom, I, I can't say..."

When Ye Zhiyu saw this with her eyes, she felt uncomfortable. It was like in the frying oil. She took a deep breath to calm herself down and asked, "Why can't you tell Mom? Mom is very good to you now, isn't it?"

"No. No. My teacher told me not to say anything." Little Fan shrunk his body, his face looking like he was about to cry, not to mention how pitiful he ...