Mo Nanjue's tall frame stood in front of the shelves, and the clerk promptly walked over with enthusiasm, "Sir, Madam, are you shopping for your soon-to-be-born Baby?"
Tong Ran put down the Baby shoes she was holding and walked over to the man, wrapping her arm around his, "What do you think we should buy?"
Mo Nanjue scanned around and stepped toward a shelf, which was full of toys—Barbie dolls, plush toys, playhouse models, all neatly lined up in a row.
The man reached out and picked up a Ferrari sports car model.
Mo Nanjue squinted slightly; he remembered his childhood fondness for model cars, but he never got to play with them—once, when he touched one, he was slapped multiple times.
Shen Xinbi said, only aimless and unskilled people play with toys; Mo Family children don't need these things, they need items like guns and daggers.
Tong Ran looked at the model car in his hand, "This one's really big."
