One by one, the children lined up.
Or rather—
They attempted to line up.
However, Mo Chen and Yuanying were wrestling over a snack pouch. At the same time, Liang Lingzhi was trying to pose like a noble young miss, dramatically.
Mu Yansheng was attempting to reorganise everyone in height order, while Chi Yuanying was testing how far he could lean back before falling over.
And Su Mingtong was staring up at Huaijin with big sparkly eyes, sticking close to her like a baby chick following the mother hen.
"Jiejie," he said, grabbing her sleeve. "Can I hold your hand?"
"Of course." Huaijin smiled gently.
The little boy's delighted shriek nearly broke the audio equipment.
The cameramen: RIP.
Director Tang wiped imaginary tears from the corners of his eyes.
'My children are too cute.'
Then he looked at Huaijin.
'But my granddaughter is the cutest!'
