"By the way, did you like the model figure I sent you this morning?" The young man smiled, "Yesterday, I saw some toy figures in the living room and thought maybe you were into them."
Zhixi blinked...
Something seemed off.
"My son likes them very much." Zhixi smiled brightly, "I'm too old to play with these things. But thank you anyway."
"You... your son?" He was so surprised his voice changed pitch.
"Yes..." Zhixi felt a bit guilty when she said this.
Was this young man thinking something else?
Pretending not to see the disheartened look on the man's face, she turned around and waved at her son: "Xiaobao, come over here."
Xiaobao, not really understanding, got up from the carpet and trotted over.
"Mom, what's up?" He held onto Zhixi's hand, his curious gaze looking at the young man at the door.
"That toy you have was given by this brother. How about you thank him?" Zhixi patted his head.
"Thank you, brother," Xiaobao said crisply.
