Hearing Pei Jing's cheers, Jiang Ran's hands were itching to join in.
Breaking icicles, something she hadn't done in a long time, she wanted to play too!
Just as this thought popped into Jiang Ran's mind, a bamboo pole was already extended in front of her.
Looking at the bamboo pole that suddenly appeared before her, and the slender hand holding it, Jiang Ran laughed.
Is this what they call a mutual understanding?
Even if it's not, it certainly shows that Pei Huai is always paying attention to her.
Otherwise, how could he so perfectly hand the bamboo pole over to her?
Jiang Ran reached out and took the bamboo pole and started breaking icicles from the other side.
The mother and son, like playmates of the same age, knocked down icicle after icicle.
No matter who knocked down an icicle, it always elicited a small exclamation from Pei Jing, followed by laughter.
Even with just Pei Jing, the little boy made the whole courtyard lively.
