"Get lost." Song Chengguang frowned, then hurried away, a small figure with the unique haughtiness and innocence of his age, adorably irresistible. To other little girls, he might also seem incredibly cool.
"Chengguang..." The little girl, brutally rejected, stopped in her tracks. Then, with her tender face, tears started to fill her eyes, the sad call making Xu Xiuxiu feel the girl's despair, even though she could barely hear her.
It seemed her son was growing up to be quite the heartbreaker! Already hurting little girls' hearts at such a young age. As a mother, she strangely felt a thrill of excitement; her boy was growing up and already charming girls, the thought alone brightened her mood.
