"It's a bad habit for children to lie," Lu Xingzhi retorted seriously. "No one in the world is more beautiful than my wife!"
"No! My mother is more beautiful than her!" The little boy defended himself angrily. "My mother is the most beautiful person in the world."
"My wife is obviously the most beautiful person in the world," Lu Xingzhi continued to argue.
Jiang Yao was dumbfounded.
She did not know what to do with Lu Xingzhi. He was probably the only adult in the world who could argue so seriously with a three or four-year-old child.
It must be unprecedented.
"Let's go. I'm so hungry." Jiang Yao held her forehead, raised her hand, and tugged at Lu Xingzhi's sleeve. She tried to pull the man, who was arguing with the child, away.
"Wife, you go and order first. I want to have a good talk with this insensible child." Lu Xingzhi turned to Gu Haoyu and said, "You guys go ahead first."