The little guy was not stupid. On the contrary, he had always been shrewd and cunning.
However, he had to target a specific person.
If it was his mother, even if she said that farts were fragrant, the little guy would never refute her.
Jiang Tingxu came forward, "It's time to eat."
The uncle and nephew put away their fishing rods. The little guy did not forget to pull his mother's hand to the side of the bucket, "Jiang Tingxu, look!"
"Who caught the fish between you and uncle?" She asked with a smile.
The little guy pouted and answered, "It was Uncle."
Deep down, he could not figure out why he could not catch the fish even though his uncle could?
"Jiang Tingxu!" his tone was a little serious.
"Ah?"
"Is Ningning the cutest little kid in the world?"
This question was practically a death sentence!
Cough.
"In my heart, our baby Ningning is the cutest little kid in the world!"
