In fact, the gathering was just to remind the parents of the things they needed to pay attention to. After a few minutes, everyone set off.
A certain little person held his mother's hand.
"Jiang Tingxu, hurry up!"
"Aiya, Xiao Pang and the others are all in front!"
Jiang Tingxu was being urged by her son. The little guy probably did not know that the physical work of climbing a mountain depended on the final burst of strength. It was not like the first person to walk in front would be the first to arrive.
Mo Boyuan had grabbed his wife's other hand, so no matter how hard he pulled with all his strength, he couldn't move at all. He pursed his lips and looked back:
"Dad, What are you doing?"
Oh, so it was this person who was a burden!
Mo Boyuan, who was defined as a burden by his own son, frowned and glared at him, "Why are you panicking?"
