"After hearing the little guy's words, Mo Chuxi raised his sharp brows slightly.
"Such a simple trick, will it really work?"
"Of course!"
The little guy nodded confidently.
Mo Chuxi smiled lightly at his response, then stood up, reaching out to pat the little guy's head.
"Alright, when Daddy comes back, you'll have both the race cars and Transformers."
Yan Chenxi nodded solemnly, stretching out his adorable little hand.
"Deal!"
Understanding his meaning, Mo Chuxi stretched out his palm to clap hands with the little one.
"Deal."
As the evening descended, the scene of the father and son clapping hands was harmoniously tucked away into the passage of time.
☆
"Achoo——"
Yan Xinxin sneezed again.
She sat up on the bed, tugging at the blanket.
From the moment she entered the room to now, she had already sneezed several times. Could someone be scheming against her behind her back?
