Ma Jinbao was feeling embarrassed and tried to pull his son up from the ground.
Suddenly hearing Yue Qingqing's voice, he turned his head to glare at her fiercely.
But Yue Qingqing had a serious look on her face, her eyes comparing Ma Jinbao and his son's faces without stopping.
"Isn't it said that children will resemble their parents? But their eyes, noses, and mouths are all different."
Yue Xiaofang touched Qingqing's head, "Who knows, Qingqing, don't bother with such people. Come on, your aunt will take you back for dinner."
It took Ma Jinbao quite some effort to forcefully pick up his son; his own body was also covered in a lot of dust as he left dejectedly.
On the way back, Ma Jinbao's mind involuntarily replayed what seemed to be Yue Qingqing's innocent words.
They say children speak without restraint because their words are the most innocent and often the closest to the truth.
Ma Jinbao lowered his head to look at Ma Xiaobao.
