Yanling, with bubbles on his head, squeezed Mo Beichen away from under the showerhead. The water washed away the bubbles from his head. Although the little guy was just eight years old, he already showed the handsome looks of a young man.
Mo Beichen squinted at him, liking him more the more he looked, "Xiaoling, if I have a daughter in the future, will you marry her?"
Yanling finished rinsing the bubbles off his body, and the sound of splashing water made his voice a bit muffled, "No, I won't."
Mo Beichen heard it clearly, and felt very annoyed by his outright rejection. He reached out and poked Yanling's forehead, "You little ungrateful brat, why won't you marry?"
Yanling paused for a moment before continuing to wash off the bubbles. He said, "I've promised to marry someone else, so I can't marry your daughter."
Mo Beichen looked at him in surprise, "Who have you promised to marry? Yanling, you're only a few years old, and you're already making lifelong plans with someone."
