But speaking of this question, Jiang Xinyuan quickly thought of another problem. He had no choice. Forgive a child of this age. His thoughts were wild. He was thinking, how did ordinary children act coquettishly with their mothers?
He had never wheedled with his mother in his life. If he wheedle, would his mother hold him in her arms and coax him? He was looking forward to it.
Fu Xin saw that Jiang Xinyuan was obviously distracted and thought that he didn't want to say it. She didn't mind. After all, the little kid wasn't familiar with her yet. She got up and held his hand, following at the back of the group. She couldn't help but ask softly, "If we get this house, will you be afraid?"
