"I like girls who are just like my mommy." Sheng Haoxuan said without hesitation, a bit of excitement showing on his little face.
In Sheng Haoxuan's heart, his future wife should be as pretty, as powerful, and as charismatic as his mommy.
"I see." The teacher chuckled softly, instinctively raising her hand to pat Sheng Haoxuan's little head, but unfortunately, he quickly dodged it, his slightly chubby face all serious, "Teacher, men and women should not touch; only mommy can touch Xiaoxuan's head."
He didn't like others touching him, not even his grandmother or great-grandmother, though he didn't know why himself.
"I see." The teacher laughed; it seemed that this child, who usually acted so mature, was indeed a mama's boy. After a pause, the teacher asked again: "And what about your mommy?"
