"Hmm. Go play with him for a bit, or he'll cry!" Le Tong smiled as she pinched Baobao's cheek.
Baobao squirmed in her arms in protest, "Mommy, I won't cry!"
The amusement in Le Tong's eyes deepened, "Right, Baobao won't cry, Baobao is a strong child."
"Hmph, of course." Baobao sat up from Le Tong's arms, leaning against the car window excitedly watching the swing outside flying high.
As soon as the car stopped, Baobao opened the door and shot out like an arrow. Worried about him, Le Tong, without even taking her bag, ran after him.
Ji Rui, however, was not in a hurry. He got out of the car, slinging Baobao's backpack and Le Tong's bag over his left arm, and then walked leisurely toward the mother and son.
Xiao Li, who had just parked the car, caught up and saw Ji Rui in his white shirt and black trousers, with his right hand casually in his pocket and the left hand carrying the bags, looking every bit the model family man, making Xiao Li's jaw almost drop.
"Boss, let me..."
