Meng Lan walked over and picked up her son. The little guy really liked Ying Jing, clinging to her hand and refusing to let go!
As soon as they were separated, he puckered his little lips and was about to cry.
Wailing, his eyes turned red.
Ying Jing stretched out her index finger, just the right size for the little guy to hold onto with his small hand, and he was incredibly happy.
"He really likes you, would you like to hold him?"
Ying Jing hesitated and quickly waved her hand.
In her eyes, kids seemed so fragile, like tender tofu, easy to break apart accidentally.
But teasing him a little was okay; she made the little prince giggle.
Even Meng Lan praised Ying Jing for being liked by children.
You know, this little prince from Meng Lan's family usually doesn't pay much attention to people, and he's not necessarily keen on playing with anyone when he's out.
Today, Ying Jing was an exception.
"President Wen is no longer young! Maybe he should consider having a baby."
