Seeing this, Wei Shu picked up his backpack and followed them to the lawn, domineeringly choosing a spot right in the center to sit down.
Mr. and Mrs. Wei were also observing the mother and daughter. Judging from their accents, they weren't Beijing locals, but the woman seemed highly educated. Besides speaking in their regional dialect, the mother and daughter would occasionally slip in a few sentences of Mandarin.
The little girl looked to be a year or two younger than Wei Shu. She was lively and active, genuinely chubby and adorable, looking just like a soft, fluffy marshmallow. The mother possessed breathtaking beauty—a sharp beauty laced with a strong sense of resilience, yet when she smiled, it was as warm as melting icebergs.
