Song Yuanhuan would only go home once a week, so he could accept eating homemade popsicles just once a week. "All right, then! Cheng Guang has made a deal with Mom, no backing out or overindulging." Xu Xiuxiu was willing to compromise, otherwise, little Song Chengguang wouldn't get what he wanted and would give her the silent treatment for days. That kid could really endure, although the so-called silent treatment was only from his perspective.
"Thanks, Mom, you're the prettiest, the very best. Cheng Guang loves you the most..." Song Chengguang began to gather all the words of praise he could think of from his mind.
"Who do you think is better, me or Dad?" Xu Xiuxiu raised an eyebrow and couldn't help asking. Although she would be happy no matter the answer, she would definitely be even happier if Song Chengguang said Mom was better.
