"Yes, yes, yes. I'm Xiao Lu. Xiao Lu likes you very much!"
The little fan did not have stage fright at all. She directly confessed to her idol.
Meanwhile, Little Ningning was holding his mother's hand. He kept on mumbling and whining.
Jiang was very amused. She whispered in her son's ear,
"Are you a little piggy?"
That was why he kept whining.
"No, I'm not. Ningning is not a little piggy."
"Oh? Then what are you?"
The little man rolled his eyes:
"Ningning is Ningning."
He was smart.
Jiang Tingxu could not help but rub her son's little face again:
"Okay, okay, okay. But, didn't you dislike your father? Why were you so serious with the little girl just now?"
"Of course it's different!"
Usually, they didn't like each other, so it was okay. It was a special way for father and son to bond.
To children, no one could come between them and their parents. They could only be exclusive to themselves!
