To get the toad its swan meat, after the "beep," the Pingtou boy dashed off in a flash, quickly shooting to first place and continuing to race forward.
"Run faster, son! As fast as you can! As long as you're the first to reach the finish line, that little girl will be your future wife! Run—hurry!"
Hearing the loud, hysterical shouts of the chubby woman, all the parents and children felt utterly disgusted.
Yan Xinxin and Mo Chuxi, along with their two little ones, jogged unhurriedly along the route.
Thinking about the earlier bet, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but chide.
"Chuxi…"
"I know what you want to say, but darling, you really don't have to worry. As her father, I'll make sure to strictly vet whatever kind of man Chun marries in the future."
Mo Chuxi interrupted.
Yan Xinxin smiled and glanced at him.
