How much can a title really make? Besides, some mothers, when they're really determined, can just abandon their own children if they say they don't want them.
Rather than saying that the child stumbled upon the right thing by chance, it's more accurate to say they were lucky to have met you, Miss Hong.
Hong Xiaoduo was about to say something when she saw Fan Wu and the others walking over with the children. It seemed that the variety show had started its loop again.
As they approached, Yao Guang rushed into Hong Xiaoduo's arms and asked, "So happy?" Hong Xiaoduo caught her and asked.
"Yes, Mother, why don't you go see it? It's so beautiful!" Yao Guang was still excited.
Hong Xiaoduo gently tapped the tip of her nose and said, "Alright, let's go pick out a big carriage."
The attendant who had been holding Yao Guang earlier stretched out his arm again, wanting to help Hong Xiaoduo hold him. Yao Guang immediately reached out her hand to him.
"You little ingrate, you don't like me anymore so quickly?" Hong Xiaoduo teased her.
Yao Guang quickly explained, "No, Mother, I'm afraid of tiring you out. This, this, he's very strong."
The child stammered for a long time, but realized he didn't know how to address the person who had been holding him for so long. In his anxiety, he could only say that the person was strong.
There was nothing she could do; her older brother hadn't taught her what to call the other person, and her mother hadn't said anything either, so she didn't dare to call out anything randomly.
The attendant who was holding her was initially a little excited, hoping that the attendant might also call him "uncle," but in the end, there was nothing, just a very strong "him."
Seeing Xiao Yaoguang looking to her for help, Hong Xiaoduo was also a little troubled. If she also called this uncle, would Brother Fan think that being an uncle was a bit cheap?
And will Murong Gongzi's subordinates feel that I'm trying to get close to them?
"Yaoguang, can you call him Uncle?" Hong Xiaoduo wasn't sure what it was appropriate for a child in ancient times to call a young man who wasn't related by blood, so she tentatively taught him one while looking at Murong Jing with a questioning gaze.
Fan Wu, who was standing to the side, was about to speak when he saw her looking at his young master...
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