The two little girls in front had actually started comparing their mothers.
One of them said, "My mother is the prettiest."
But the other one instantly became unhappy and immediately retorted, "You're talking nonsense, my mother is the prettiest. Look how thin my mom is. Is your mom as thin as mine?"
"My mom is the thin one." The little girl, seeing she couldn't win, was on the verge of tears.
Meanwhile, Lu Youheng stared at the two little girls with an expressionless face.
Then he turned his head to look at Ye Xi, thinking that among all these mothers, none was as beautiful as Teacher Ye.
With this thought, he involuntarily puffed up his small chest, a face full of pride, as if at that moment he too had a mother.
One of the little girls caught sight of Ye Xi and instantly closed her mouth.
Even as a child, she had a sense of aesthetics like a normal person.
This auntie was just too pretty; her own mother couldn't compare.
