The young man had inherited his parents' good looks. He was especially cute, and now he looked like a little handsome boy. One could already vaguely foresee his handsome looks once he grows up.
However, his head was drooping and he was a little troubled.
He watched as his mother packed her things and hummed a tune.
It was fine if she hummed a song, but her voice was terrible.
"Mommy, when is Little Aunt coming?" he asked softly.
The young man, who had been working hard to tear down the house, seemed to have been sealed by something. He looked very obedient.
When his mother heard this, she looked over and smiled evilly. "We'll set off now. We'll see your aunt soon."
"Son, are you happy?"
Looking at the smile on his mother's face, the young man paused. "…Yes."