The little boy puffed out his chest and nodded. "Then let's compete. My father's big bird is really big! No, you can ask my brother."
Bun didn't talk much and didn't talk much to the others in the school, but he would still answer Little Sweetcake's words.
"Yes, it's huge."
As usual, he was a man of few words.
Mo Beiyuan guessed that the big bird this little packrat was talking about might be his Red-Winged Flying Dragon.
The little packrat's big black eyes immediately saw Mo Beiyuan's tall figure outside the crowd. She ran towards him with her short legs. "Daddy, are you here to bring Sweetcake home?"
"Daddy?"
Previously, it was Yun Ran who sent the two little packrats to school. Mo Beiyuan was relatively far away, so the students in the elementary school did not take a closer look at Mo Beiyuan's appearance.
