"Mm, it's beautiful."
The sudden realization that something was amiss prompted the little guy's beautiful brows to knit in a frown.
"You're wrong, Jiang Tingxu. Only girls can be called beautiful. I'm a boy, so you have to call me handsome."
He was Mo Boyuan's son alright—stubborn!
Fortunately, the bus came at exactly that moment.
"Be good and get in. There are a lot of people in the bus, so don't let go of me."
"I'm not dumb."
His bratty little face was asking to be pinched whenever one looked at it.
They got in the bus and inserted coins.
There were few people on that trip and the back rows were empty.
It was the first time the little guy had ever taken a bus in his four years of life, so it was an entirely new experience for him.
"Hurry up, Jiang Tingxu. Let's sit in the back. There are seats in the back."
"Be careful. Walk slowly and don't run."
