"It's already late, you should go home to sleep, and Auntie should go home to rest too. We'll come again next time, okay?"
"There's a next time?"
Xiao Xiaoang raised his chin, his eyes wide open, looking at Su Xiaomeng with a face full of surprise.
No matter how rebellious a child may be by nature, they are still just a child—innocent and silly in a way that makes adults yearn for simplicity.
"Of course, Auntie has already considered you as a... um... small friend!"
"Small... friend..."
Xiao Ang mulled over these awkward words that inexplicably excited him.
"Yes, so let's go home, okay?"
"Okay!"
Xiao Ang quickly turned to Xiao Yan, "Xiao Yan, have you eaten enough? Let's go home!"
Xiao Yan was somewhat at a loss with his son.
