The father and son attacked from both sides. Apart from feeling depressed, Jiang Tingxu couldn't help but nod at her son's small forehead:
"You, Little Traitor!"She said softly.
"I'm not!"
...
Yunyu Tixiang wasn't very far from the preschool. It was only about a twenty minutes drive.
When they arrived, Jiang Tingxu held her son's hand and got off the car. She bent down and rubbed her son's small head:
"Be good at school. Mommy will pick you up at noon."
"Okay!"
It was the first time her father and mother sent him to school together in the morning. The little guy was thrilled.
At this moment, Xiao Pang ran over from behind:
"Mo Zhining, Good Morning!"
"Good morning, Xiao Pang!"
"Hey, good morning, Auntie!"
Children nowadays were very polite.
Jiang Tingxu nodded with a smile:
"Hello!"
