Lingyu was completely speechless. "You're only three years old and you haven't grown up yet. I can't tell if you're good or bad."
The kid was silent for a long time. Lingyu held his hand and walked forward. "Why isn't Lingyu married yet? Does no man like you?"
Lingyu blushed. "Call me sister!"
The kid pursed his lips. "It seems that no man likes you."
Lingyu's face turned even redder. Was this kid really three years old? "No! It's just that… nobody has impressed me." Lingyu regretted after saying that. Why did she have to say this to a three-year-old kid? It wasn't too much if he were thirteen, but he was only three!
"Is that so…" The little boy mumbled. He suddenly raised his little face and put on a smile. "What about me? Does Lingyu like me?"
Lingyu was startled. The corners of her mouth twitched. What exactly was she talking about when she was talking to a three-year-old kid? What did a three-year-old kid know?
