Xu Xiuxiu followed her son, dumbfounded, "You like rag dolls?" She didn't react immediately, worrying about her eldest son's preferences, which seemed a bit too feminine. Should she be concerned about her son's future sexual orientation?
"I'm buying it for my little sister," Song Chengguang spoke with conviction. "Last time, Little Baby told me she liked this rag doll, so I wanted to buy it for her."
He vividly remembered the last time Little Baby gazed longingly at it, but unfortunately, their mother wouldn't allow it, because Little Baby's bedroom was already filled to an unimaginable degree with rag dolls. Although he also thought his sister's collection was frighteningly large, the thought of her pitiful look when she couldn't get what she wanted made him feel that even a few dozen more dolls wouldn't matter if it made Little Baby happy. And so, the brother with no spare time felt he must buy it, preferably by the dozens.
