The little kid's eyes looked straight at the man beside him. After Mo Boyuan nodded, he finally answered in a low voice,
"My name is Mo Zhining."
Then, there was no "then".
This concise and clear self-introduction really did seem familiar.
It was the same with his father.
Chi En burst out laughing, and then eased the sudden awkwardness,
"Teacher Mo, who is the older of the two children?"
Mo Boyuan glanced at the little radish head beside him,
"Three years and four months old."
"Eh, then our Xinxin is the older sister. Xinxin, take good care of little brother Ningning from now on, okay?"
The little girl nodded,
"Got it, Dad."
With that, the little girl took the initiative to step forward again,
"Brother Ningning, let's play together." She invited him.
The little kid really wanted to refuse, but was pushed out by his father,
"Go play with sister."
