The mischievous child glanced sneakily at his mother not far away and nodded repeatedly: "Uh-huh, I'll listen to you."
Jiang Fan said: "Then pretend to obey first, we'll talk at home."
The mischievous child quickly got up, dusted off his pants, and shouted from afar: "Mom, let's go back."
Whoosh.
Qian Jiao Venerable rushed back, somewhat surprised to see her suddenly obedient son, and asked:
"How did you manage that?"
Jiang Fan rubbed the child's head and said: "Probably because this child and I are destined to connect."
The mischievous child nodded his head: "Yes, mom, I really like this uncle."
"I want to play with him."
Really?
Qian Jiao Venerable was amazed, it was the first time hearing her son say he liked someone.
She glanced at Jiang Fan's middle-aged face without a hint of white beard, looking indeed harmless and easily earning a child's trust.
"That's quite rare."
"When this child gets stubborn, neither his father nor I can coax him."
