When Su Li finally stopped talking, both Wu Sheng and Little Tang Mo let out a sigh of relief.
Wu Sheng nudged Little Tang Mo's arm. "Little Point, I'm a little jealous of you."
Little Tang Mo looked over at him, puzzled.
Little Tang Mo had learned the word "jealousy" and understood what it meant. He just didn't understand why Wu Sheng would say such a thing.
"The gift you gave successfully took the number one spot in her heart. Mine used to be number one."
Wu Sheng sighed and shook his head. "My gift got knocked off the top spot by yours."
Little Tang Mo's eyebrows twitched almost imperceptibly, betraying a hint of pride.
Wu Sheng's sharp eyes caught it.
"Little Point, I saw that! I saw that smug look of yours!"
He ruffled Little Tang Mo's hair. "So you're a little rascal, too!"
Hearing the commotion, Su Li came out. "What's going on?"
Little Tang Mo looked back at her, the picture of innocence with a completely pure expression.
