The two of them agreed on a date. Xiaoguo picked up the bag of sawdust. The bag looked big but it was pretty light. She called out to Zhuang Zhuang—it was getting late—they should go home.
The woman looked at Wen Xiaoyi, who was walking over from a distance away. The boy's eyes were filled with happiness and deep reluctance. She could not help but feel a little sad. It was a pity that Wen Xiaoyi had ended up with them…
"Is this your child?"
Startled, Xiaoguo looked at the woman and nodded. "This is my son, Zhuang Zhuang."
The woman nodded and pointed at Xiaoyi. "This is my son, Xiaoyi."
Xiaoguo nodded and turned to look at Xiaoyi. From the looks of it, the boy did not resemble the couple. The woman looked like a typical southern beauty. Her looks were gentle and charming. The man, who was hard at work in the house, had a strong and masculine look about him.
