Every time I pick him up from school, it's the same story. Those little girls are so smitten with my son, just six or seven years old, yet they already understand the concept of love. Some of them are reluctant to part with him, and there's even a lively little girl who directly tells me, "Auntie, let me come live at your house and be your child bride, okay?"
Mu Xiangwan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The little girl's mother could only shake her head with a wry smile, pulling her daughter away, but the little girl clung to Su Yixun, crying and refusing to let go.
With today's situation, Mu Xiangwan put her hand down, rubbed her chin, and counted. Very well, six little girls were following behind her son. There were the demure and graceful, the lively and adorable, the steady and generous, and even the bright and noble ones.
