"Isn't brother Guoguo amazing?"
The little guy, who finished singing the nursery rhyme seriously, looked at his brother with full expectation.
Any earnest effort only has meaning when it gets recognition.
Mo Jingchun laughed heartily and gave a thumbs-up.
"Of course! Our Guoguo is the best."
"Hehe, that's a must~"
"Hmph, Guoguo is the only kid in the class who learned it, even the teacher praised Guoguo for being great."
"Oh? Really? That's awesome."
"Of course it's true."
If such a conversation happened between two adults, it would definitely be praise or even sarcasm.
But as long as one side is a child, it's definitely praise.
Mo Jingchun patted his little sister's head and asked with a smile:
"Guoguo, do you really like singing?"
He thought the little guy would nod vigorously, however...
The little guy frowned, as if pondering the question.
After a while, her brow relaxed.
"Bukit Island."
"But learning to sing seems quite simple."
