"Yes," Nineteen's eyes curved with his smile, that was irresistibly cute and soft, "I said no, but they insisted on giving, those little girls are the most troublesome. If brother and I don't accept, they're going to cry, and Uncle Second once said that a gentleman should never let a girl cry, so I just kept it."
"Then why didn't you share the snacks with other kids, hmm?" Jian Qing caressed his little head, asking softly.
"Because I wanted to bring them back for Mommy and Shanshan," Nineteen said.
Jian Qing felt utterly defeated by him, took his little backpack, and put the snacks back in.
"Mommy!"
Nineteen shuffled his little butt closer into Jian Qing's embrace, and she could tell the little guy had something to ask her.
Sure enough, the next second, the little guy exploded with his own little scheme.
"Mommy, do you want some ice cream?"
Jian Qing poked his chubby little cheek lightly, "It's you who wants to eat it, isn't it?"
