1815, your son is quite the straight guy.
"I know that's what he told me, but the problem is, he's never liked these little girl things!"
"Let's wait and see, people do change."
Mu Anran stood there bewildered: she knew people could change, but for her son, who's as straight as steel, to suddenly start liking pink girly things, how could she handle that?
"Maybe, your son just has a crush on a girl..."
"Huh?"
By the time Mu Anran came to her senses and was about to catch up, little Yu Xiao had already vanished without a trace.
She had no choice but to wait by the door with Yu Lingqian.
After about ten minutes, little Yu Xiao appeared at the entrance of the pink crystal castle.
His hands were empty, but his little backpack was obviously bulging.
Mu Anran walked over curiously and looked at his bulging backpack, "Little Yu Xiao, can I ask what's in your backpack?"
Yu Xiao gave his mom a cold look, "Mrs. Yu, can I have a bit of personal space?"
Mu Anran: "..."
