The pressure on Song Chen's body started to drop. And the aura of a president was starting to loom over him.
However, the poor little fatty did not notice. His eyes were filled with Chuchu. The little fatty took out a box of exquisite snacks and said eagerly, "Chuchu, my aunt's sweet cakes are really super delicious. I can't even bear to eat them. I only give them to Chuchu."
The sweet cakes in the small box were soft and sweet. Gu Chu liked them.
So she reluctantly thanked him, "Thank you, Ye Sichen."
The little fatty's face was as red as a cooked crayfish. He scratched his head and said, "It's good that Chuchu likes them. I'm happy when Chuchu is happy."
Song Chen, who was behind him, could no longer hold it in.
What kind of child would start flirting with girls at such a young age? ! Just as song Chen was about to break up the couple, another group of brats ran over and surrounded Gu Chu, chattering away.
"Chuchu, good morning!"
