Little Demon King was also captivated by the two people outside the car window.
With his tiny pale hands pointing outside, he suddenly said, "Mommy, that young lady seems to like Uncle Giraffe."
Mo Qiansu glanced at the little one in her arms, "How do you know?!"
"Because when she looks at Uncle Giraffe, there are stars in her eyes. It's like how Daddy looks at Mommy, or how Mommy looks at Daddy, there's always stars sparkling in their gaze."
Just like when Little Cherry looks at him...
"..." Mo Qiansu raised an eyebrow. Unexpectedly, a four-year-old child could actually understand the emotions between men and women, quite surprisingly.
Meanwhile, outside the car, Pu Yichen was already out of ideas dealing with Shen Letong, long fingers loosening the top button of his shirt for some air, "Little ancestor, what exactly do you want to say to me? I'll give you one minute, hurry up, I'm very busy!"
