Traveling

The little girl was like a lightning bolt as she raced toward Hou Jingshu, who knelt and spread out her arms to catch the child. The young girl couldn’t have been older than nine or ten. She had the same hair color as the woman on Yu Chenguang’s left, a somewhat lighter shade of brown. Her eyes, however, were the color of chocolate. She had fair, peach-like skin and chubby little cheeks. If Wu Jian had to describe her, he would have said she was cute as a button.

“Mao’er, what are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re coming with us?” said Hou Jingshu.

“Uh-huh. Daddy said I can come with you since mommy is going too,” said Mao’er.