"Mama, Mama, where is my ball? Where did you put my ball?" Just then, a boy in his teens ran in from outside.
"Little rascal, can't you see we have guests?" Wen Shuzhen glared at the boy, then turned to Lin Xiaoguai and said, "This is my youngest son, Luo Jiamin. Jiamin, say hello to your auntie."
As she said that, she turned her head to look at Luo Jiamin.
"Hello, Auntie." It seemed Luo Jiamin had just realized there were guests in the house. He turned his head, his eyes lit up, and said, "Auntie, you are so beautiful. What is the relationship between you and my family?"
Luo Jiamin was dark and skinny, but not the malnourished skinny; rather, the kind of skinny a boy gets when he's growing rapidly. He resembled his mother with very delicate features, but his sun-tanned skin exhausted what his original looks could have brought him in terms of gentleness.
