After hearing the little guy's words, Mo Chuxi raised his sharp brows slightly.
"Such a simple trick, will it really work?"
"Of course!"
The little guy nodded confidently.
Mo Chuxi smiled faintly upon hearing this, then stood up and reached out to pat the little guy's head.
"Well then, after Daddy finishes his business and comes back, both the race cars and Transformers will be yours."
Yan Chenxi nodded earnestly and extended his cute little hand.
"Deal!"
Mo Chuxi understood and cooperated by extending his palm to clap with the small hand.
"Deal."
Under the twilight, the picture of the father and son clapping their hands became a harmonious snapshot collected within the flow of time.
☆
"Ah-choo—"
Yan Xinxin sneezed again.
She sat up in bed and tucked in the blankets.
From the moment she entered the room until now, she had already sneezed several times. Could someone again be plotting behind her back?
