"Mom, I'm so tired, can you carry me?" Yibo peeked at Ye Zhenzhen carrying Song Yuchen and began to act coquettishly toward Han Jiangxue.
Han Jiangxue's brows furrowed slightly, she was already dead tired, and now she had to carry Yibo, the little fatty. Deep down, she felt nothing but resistance.
However, with Ye Zhenzhen right in front of her carrying Song Yuchen, it wouldn't be good to refuse Yibo, "Okay, mommy will carry you."
"Yay! Thank you, Mom!"
Yibo lay on Han Jiangxue's back, happily explaining, "Mom, I just walked for too long and got really tired, that's why I wanted you to carry me!"
Han Jiangxue: "Mmm, my son is the best!"
Han Jiangxue's face showed no emotion, but in her heart, she really wanted to drop Yibo down; carrying such a little heavy lump up the mountain was truly exhausting.