"Apparently, Song Chengguang, who had his own ideas and could run and jump to the annoyance of dogs, had reached the age where he was challenging Xu Xiuxiu's willpower and reason. Watching him pull out new clothes and put them on as soon as he got home, swaying in front of Xu Xiuxiu like a shiny little bok choy, Xu Xiuxiu couldn't help but twitch her lips, restraining herself from spanking him.
"Chengguang, you don't look good dressed like that," Xu Xiuxiu reminded him with a heart full of reluctance.
…" Song Chengguang's boastful expression froze. He looked down at his green jacket, green pants, and green shoes, thinking they looked especially good, as handsome as his father in a military uniform: "Looks good." He stubbornly adhered to his unique aesthetic.
