Mo Chuxi's attractive lips once again spat out venomous words as he reached out to drape an arm around Yan Xinxin's shoulders.
"Wife, babies, it's time for us to go up and receive the award."
Yan Xinxin was utterly confused.
"Chuxi?"
"I'm the actual first place! Not you! Are you trying to cheat?"
The buzz-cut kid argued furiously, his face flushed with anger.
The crew-cut man seemed intimidated but unwilling to concede.
"Young Master Mo, my… my son is correct. We were the first to cross the finish line!"
"Oh?"
Mo Chuxi gave a cool smile and raised his eyes to look at the director.
"Director, could you kindly announce today's race winner, please?"
"Yes, Mr. Mo."
The director stepped forward, took a microphone, and officially announced.
"The winners of this parent-child marathon are Mo Zhichun from Sunflower Class Three, Mo Chenxi, and their parents!"
"This isn't fair! I was the first! Mo Zhichun is my wife!"
The buzz-cut kid was on the brink of tears.
