A second ago, she had been bragging. A second later, Little Bei couldn't help but whisper to Mu Jingzhe, "Mommy, are you tired? How about you let me down?"
"I'm not tired. This little weight of yours is nothing. You've only been up there for a minute." Mu Jingzhe laughed and patted her leg. "Don't worry. I'll put you down when I get tired."
The traffic light turned green. Mu Jingzhe carried Little Bei along the crowd as they passed the crossroads. Because Little Bei was up there, it was easy to see them.
Shao Qihai, who was secretly protecting the mother-and-daughter pair and had been following them, had mixed feelings when he saw them from behind. Logically speaking, he should be the one carrying Little Bei on his shoulders.
These days, Shao Qihai had been thinking of ways to disguise himself and follow them. He didn't dare relax at all. Gradually, he saw how they interacted with each other.
