Tian Sangsang held Meng Shuyan's hand. Before they even reached the house they bought, they saw a long line of patients stretched out ahead.
She discreetly unwrapped a lollipop for her son and put the wrapper in her bag. Meng Shuyan, holding the lollipop, was just about to put it in his mouth when he heard a clear male voice: "Tian Sangsang!"
The lollipop stopped mid-air.
Chun Zisu.
Meng Shuyan's eyes lit up.
Zhao Chun was dressed smartly in a white shirt and black pants. His jet-black hair, fair skin, and tall, lean figure radiated energy and freshness.
"Shuyan, Uncle meets you again." Zhao Chun grinned cheekily. "I brought you some walnut cookies." For some reason, he had taken quite a liking to this little boy.
Meng Shuyan huffed with a proud air, furrowing his little brows as if deep in thought.
"Haven't tried them before, have you?" Zhao Chun smiled, observing his expression.
It seemed he hadn't. The kid maintained a high-and-mighty façade, refusing to admit it.
