The little fellow, upon hearing this, couldn't help but rush off, throwing away his small shovel, but he tripped over a pit under his feet and face-planted straight into the ground.
Shen Chaoxi swore she really loved her little bunny dearly, but she couldn't help bursting into laughter.
The little guy's face was covered in mud, luckily without any scratches, or else his appearance would have suffered.
By the time Shen Chaoxi brought the muddy little fellow back to the hall, they ran into Shang Jianghan just as he was leaving the house.
"What happened?"
Shang Jianghan, dressed in a neat shirt and trousers, squatted down to check on his son.
"Dad, are you going to work?" the little fellow asked politely.
Shang Jianghan knew this son of his was exceedingly well-behaved whenever he made a mistake.
"Yes, Daddy's going to work. Did you hurt yourself when you fell?"