Faced with a son who matured earlier than his peers, inherited his father's pride, and was also very cold, Yan qingsi really felt that she could not control this son of hers.
While the two adults were talking in the living room, almond held little 9th's hand and slowly walked out.
Little nine saw the swing and stopped moving.
"You want to sit on the swing?" asked almond.
Little nine raised her head and looked at him with her big eyes, saying in a baby voice,""Big brother, help me push."
After a while, Xing Ren swayed behind the swing."Why aren't you coming over?"
"Thank you, brother." Little nine cheered and ran over.
Almond beckoned for the chauffeur at home to put little 9th in, then waved her hand.""You can leave."
The driver touched his nose. Didn't he have to wait here for them to finish swinging and then carry the little girl down?
The almond was behind him, swaying slowly. His strength was limited, so he did not swing it too high.
