"Mom, is this a hat? Is it like yours?" Li Duidui asked, stretching out his hand to touch the hat on his head, but alas, his eyes were not on top of his head and he couldn't see the hat's style or how it looked on him.
Rong Yan bent over with a smile she was trying to suppress, saying, "It's not like Mommy's, Duidui's is like Daddy's."
Li Duidui's expression quickly changed from curiosity to undisguised disappointment, and even puffed up his cheeks, muttering dejectedly, "Can't I have one like Mom's? I want to be like Mom."
Rong Yan pinched his cheek puffed up like a little bun and said with a smile, "The one like Daddy's is also pretty. Okay, let's go inside. Otherwise, all the fun toys will be taken by others, and we'll have to line up again."
"This…"
She distributed the juice they had just bought, one cup per person, then walked in the middle, holding Little Baby's hand on one side and shoulder-to-shoulder with the man beside her, excitedly chanting, "Let's go!!"
