A few days later.
The children's playground below the apartment complex.
Located on the west side of the complex, although not very large, it has rockeries, lawns, a carousel, and slides.
Therefore, it's a place that the children in the complex love to visit and play at.
"Giggling"
"Hehehe"
"Hahaha"
A dozen or so kids were playing happily.
Occasionally, bursts of laughter could be heard.
Young Bun was the youngest, trailing behind a few older boys and girls, completely like a little follower.
Wherever they ran, he followed suit.
Bouncing along.
Running until his head was covered in sweat, yet never tired of it.
He even mimicked crawling on the grass like a special forces soldier.
His body was covered in dirt and leaves.
Sarah Sullivan watched from behind, feeling very gratified.
This is how childhood should be!
She'd rather change Young Bun's clothes several times a day than see him neat and well-behaved, like a little adult.
