Lu Xiaoyou was pulled to join a press conference as soon as she entered the main venue, so she didn't notice who brought their child to the investment banquet.
The child was dressed in a suit, looking like a delicately carved doll.
Probably the child of some business tycoon.
"What's your name?" Lu Xiaoyou asked him.
The boy didn't turn around, but kept walking straight ahead, "Wanzi."
"Prince?"
"Wan!" The boy gestured in the air with his finger.
"How old are you? You can already write your own name?"
"7 years old," he replied, turning to glance at Lu Xiaoyou, "I know three thousand Chinese characters already!"
Just now he had seemed soft and cute, but now as he spoke, his voice and eyes became sharp.
This child had strong self-esteem, probably not wanting Lu Xiaoyou to look down on him.
"Wanzi, why are you taking me this way?"
"My mommy should be over here." He was holding onto the hem of Lu Xiaoyou's dress, not letting go.
