Mu Qian just glanced at it briefly, seemingly not that interested, yet he said, "I'll listen to my son."
Listen to my son?
Why does this sentence sound so intimate? It's like they're a real family of three!
Wen Jiaren tried hard to ignore the strange feeling in her heart, putting the raw stone back in its place, and said to Mu Xiao, "Then let's listen to you; if we don't profit from this gamble, we won't take it. Look, there are so many raw stones here. Which one do you want to choose?"
Mu Xiao jumped down from Mu Qian's arms and began to wander around the store with Wen Jiaren, looking over all the raw stones until he had seen every single one, then started to double back.
Wen Jiaren quietly followed behind the little guy, letting him choose slowly, without placing any expectations on him. After all, what could a three-year-old child know?
