In the bedroom, Little Ou was looking at pictures of sports cars, wearing his little mask tightly.
Lin Yan took it off for him, "Why wear a mask to sleep? It's hard to breathe."
Little Ou continued to cover his mouth, "I might be contagious."
Lin Yan said nonchalantly, "Mom is Ironman, not scared..."
Little Ou put down his little hand, looking at mommy with adoring eyes, "Does Ironman have to take off his armor when he goes to the toilet?"
Lin Yan didn't delve into that image, letting Little Ou figure it out by himself.
Little Ou handed over his phone to mommy.
All boys like cars, that's an unwavering rule.
"I want to buy this sports car."
Lin Yan lazily replied, "Whatever you want, buy it yourself."
Lin Yan didn't recognize this sports car, and she wasn't knowledgeable about cars. Little Ou got the wrong person. He should have asked someone who knows about cars, like his father.
Little Ou caressed the sports car through the screen lovingly, "I'm saving up."
