After receiving the reward, Joy smiled shyly and ran over to hold Zhao Youlin's hand so that she could admire the fruits of his labor.
"Mom, mom, look, this is the little snowman that I made. Isn't It beautiful?" Joy pointed at the little snowman beside the big snowman and looked like he was asking for credit.
Zhao Youlin couldn't help but laugh. She lowered her head and kissed Joy's red face. She said affirmatively, "You are so great. It's your first time making a snowman, and it turned out so beautiful. It's amazing."
Joy touched his little face that was kissed and giggled. He looked at the two snowmen, one big and one small, and suddenly thought of something. He let go of Zhao Youlin's hand and rushed to Mu Tingfeng's side.
Mu Tingfeng felt the hem of his clothes become heavier. He lowered his head and met the child's big, watery eyes. "What's wrong?"
