╔═══ Author's note ════╗
Edited by Psycho S.
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Xuan Mu performed abdominal thrusts on the little toddler, as if this was not the first time it happened. It was as if it was he, himself, who choked the little boy. He repeated the actions until the sweet object flew out of Ying Xiong's mouth, "Pack up your toys, we're going home."
Instead of listening to the orders, the teary-eyed Ying Xiong showed the toy truck out of the sand field and sat at the back of it. He waited for Xuan Mu to pick up the scattered toys while being obediently silent, or more like...obediently lazy.
"..." The young lady watched on the side silently. The man didn't bother to pick up the toys and began to pull the truck with a toddler sitting on it outside of the park, giving nobody a chance to protest.
