Li Duidui's face stretched out long, and seeing that he finally got someone to pay attention to him, he huffed unhappily, "Mom, what are you guys doing?"
What are you doing... Rong Yan thought of the fiery kiss just moments before, and a blush spread from her ears all the way down to her neck. In extreme heat, like a cat with its tail stepped on, she hurriedly explained, "Nothing... nothing... just running lines. Uh, your dad was helping me out, playing the role of my scene partner."
While sidling to the side.
Li Duidui was only five years old, but that didn't mean he didn't understand what acting meant. He looked at the flustered Rong Yan with his bright, clear eyes, not quite believing her, "Does running lines require kissing?"
"Pfft..." Rong Yan was rendered speechless, her throat felt as if it were clogged with cotton, unable to utter a single word.
Little Baby wasn't usually this sharp, why was it that whenever he got sharp, he was so formidable!
