"Mom, can we go tomorrow? I want his photo and autograph." Lele was somewhat excited, proof that he was an eight-year-old child, with his own idols that brought him joy. He tugged at Jiang Shuya's hand again, "Mom, can you help me take a photo with him tomorrow?"
Seeing her son so happy, Jiang Shuya naturally didn't want to disappoint him, so she nodded gently and lovingly in agreement, "Okay."
"Wow, mom, you're so great." Lele, hearing Jiang Shuya's agreement, couldn't describe the joy in his heart.
"And am I not good?" Huo Jingfeng was being petty about this.
"Uncle, you are also very good. I love you guys so much." Lele's charming demeanor made everyone laugh.
