The charming young boy with his cute voice captured Ning Xuan's heart instantly. The sight of Lu Xiaobao brought her immense happiness, and she quickly approached him.
Suddenly, she didn't mind if this could be Yu Ting's son.
Upon remembering the local children who run away at the sight of her, Ning Xuan halted about half a meter away from Xiaobao.
She crossed her arms, looking intently at Xiaobao's rosy cheeks ruffled by the wind.
Her heart fluttered with joy. "How old are you this year, Xiaobao?" she asked blissfully.
Xiaobao's smile did not cause much discomfort. With his bright eyes locked onto Ning Xuan, showing off his dimples, he replied, "Xiaobao is seven years old this year."
"Why are you standing so far away, Sister?" Xiaobao looked at the distance between Ning Xuan and himself, then curiously moved closer to her.
The boy's actions caught Ning Xuan by surprise. "Don't you find your sister a little ferocious?" she asked.
