Hearing the word "excavator," Song Yuchen immediately turned back to look at Su Qian, "Auntie Qianqian, are you telling the truth?"
Cheng Jiaming, cocking his little head, affirmed, "Of course, it's true! My mom has prepared not only an excavator for you but also a bulldozer! Have you ever driven an excavator?"
Xiao Chen shook his head, "I have only played with those little toy excavators, I've never really driven one."
At this point, Xiao Chen's tone was filled with disappointment.
He had many toys, but what he didn't have was a real excavator that could actually dig soil, because his dad wouldn't buy him one and wouldn't let grandpa buy it for him either.
Su Qian patted Xiao Chen's head, "It's okay, the excavator will arrive at your house tonight, and from now on, you can play with it in the garden every day."