Song Yuchen moved closer to Ye Zhenzhen, his little baby voice filled with concern, "Mommy, are you okay?"
Just now when he saw Daddy heading toward Ye Zhenzhen, he had wriggled out of Cheng Zheng's arms because he was very worried about Ye Zhenzhen.
Ye Zhenzhen took off her goggles and smiled warmly, "Mommy is doing great. Xiao Chen, did you have fun this afternoon?"
Song Yuchen nodded then looked over at Daddy standing behind him. It seemed like he suddenly realized something, shook his head, and said, "Not really!"
Cheng Jiaming, still in Su Xi's arms, wore an innocent and naive face, "Why not? Is it because you can't beat me? It's okay, Xiao Chen, if you come here to play more often, you'll get better at skiing!"
Song Yuchen pouted, "It's not because of you."
"Then what is it because of?" Little Cheng Jiaming was quite puzzled.
Song Yuchen pursed his lips, his long eyelashes drooping as his shiny black eyes swiveled around. He wanted to say, but in the end, he didn't.