"Mom, the teacher always says we should not be ashamed to ask questions," the little boy replied, "I noticed that older brother and his wife were acting weird, so I asked..."
"Don't ask random questions, let's go..." The woman took the little one named Mian away.
The words of the small child made Su Qingyue's heart ache, "You little rotten kid, you are the weird one!"
"He's just a kid. My wife...." Xiao Qinghe looked at her with a light smile, "Qingyue, don't take it personally."
He was quite pleased to have encountered such an interesting child.
Seeing that the child was asking questions and that the young man was friendly, an old granny came over and said to Xiao Qinghe, "Young man, your wheelchair looks very fine and delicate."
Xiao Qinghe nodded slightly, pointing to Qingyue, "My wife bought it for me." As he said this, his heart was pounding, and he sneaked glances at her from the corner of his eye. He was afraid she would deny it again.