"Ah?" Mu Xiangwan exclaimed, "Elder, didn't you consider that this could possibly leave me traumatized?"
"I guess I was too mischievous back then, and she must have been tired of disciplining me, so she tried to frighten me that way."
Mu Xiangwan couldn't imagine Su Chaoyang as a naughty youngster, but now that this image was stuck in her mind, she couldn't help giggling.
Su Chaoyang immediately kissed her, "What're you laughing about?"
"Nothing…" How could Mu Xiangwan possibly admit that the image in her mind was a chubby, mischievous little boy, still in split crotch pants, squatting in the middle of the road, digging holes?
Perhaps he wasn't wearing those plaid pants when he was four or five years old, but who knows if he started causing trouble at three or even younger?
What a funny image! Just thinking about it made her want to erupt in laughter!
