Lin Shen bent down and gently pinched Anan's little cheek.
'Feels pretty nice, actually.'
"I came over specially to see you today."
'Boss?'
Anan suddenly remembered this word from a cartoon book she had read. Her eyes lit up, and she walked over to Lin Shen, hugging his calf tightly and saying joyfully,
"So you're the big brother who gives Mommy honey and has her chop down trees for you!"
'Honey? Chopping down trees?'
Lin Shen felt he was having a little trouble keeping up with the five- or six-year-old's train of thought.
Meanwhile, Lin Ping was squatting on the ground with her hands outstretched, ready to pull Anan back at the slightest sign of trouble.
She knew very well that the clothes Lin Shen was wearing were definitely not cheap.
'Sweetheart, if you ruin his pants, Mommy can't afford to replace them!'
Fortunately, Lin Shen didn't seem to mind. He even squatted down to interact affectionately with Anan.
