Huanhuan nodded vigorously, really wanting to.
So, Qin Mu parked the car in the parking lot, with Huanhuan running ahead and the two of them following behind.
"That little girl is really lively. She's definitely here for some snow fun,"
Mu Qingxin couldn't help but mutter, her eyes fixed on Huanhuan's figure.
"Yeah! Last time it snowed, she played snowball fight with Mom at home."
Qin Mu said softly.
"Really? Our mom knows how to play snowball fights? I always thought Mrs. Feng's back was perpetually straight."
It turns out, kids have magic powers that can make even the usually very serious adults let down their guard.
"I want to play too!"
Mu Qingxin said, taking her hands out of her pockets and then calling out to the little girl in front, "Mu Chenghuan, I'm going to hit you now!"
As soon as Huanhuan heard the voice, she inmediately turned around, her little hands red with cold, holding a large cluster of snow—not a snowball, as she wasn't strong enough.
