Three black sedan cars entered through the gate and stopped in front of the villa entrance. Sheng Ning, wearing a red knitted sweater dress, sweetly waited at the door.
A certain man who should be at the hospital also shamelessly crowded over, unable to be chased away.
The car door opened and the first one to get out was a little boy wearing an old-fashioned rural cotton jacket and pants. The clothes were probably too big for him, and not yet stable when walking, he fell on the ground several times, but instead of feeling pain, he rolled around on the ground like a ball due to his clothing.
His comical appearance made the onlookers burst into laughter.
Sheng Ning was dumbfounded – was this her son? Her soft, adorable, and well-behaved little prince? She must be seeing things – this brat looked like he just played mud in the fields.
