Song Chengguang had that helpless and resigned look, just like a mini version of Song Yuanhuan, so adorable that it made Xu Xiuxiu's heart melt.
"Chengguang is such a good boy, mommy loves you!" Xu Xiuxiu pecked a kiss on Song Chengguang's tender cheek and straightened the little one's clothes. "Off you go! But remember what you promised mommy, don't play too late. Come back early, okay?"
"Got it, Mommy!" Song Chengguang pouted his little mouth, threw a dashing glance at Xu Xiuxiu, and then ran off like a little tiger.
It wasn't until Song Chengguang had run far away that Xu Xiuxiu suddenly remembered—did Chengguang still remember the address of Zhao Jian Country's home? She rushed out anxiously to call the little guy back to ask, but the little one was already far away, so full of energy.
