Son, oh son, it's not that Mom wants you to cross-dress, it's that you want to dress up yourself!
You're crying so pitifully, how could Mom not fulfill your request!
So that very afternoon, Ye Anran bought about ten dresses according to Little Bo's size.
From fluffy princess dresses to elegant little cheongsams, from girlish pinks to cool blacks, there was a bit of everything.
When Little Bo saw those cute dresses, he immediately smiled with joy.
He didn't even need help from Mom or the aunties, as he struggled and dragged the dresses back to his room to change by himself.
When Bo Jinyu walked over, this was the scene he witnessed.
He gently rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache.
Could this silly son really be his biological child?
He thought, his genes shouldn't have produced such a silly son!
Competing for attention is already silly enough!
And now, cross-dressing to compete for attention...
