"Mummy thought, wouldn’t other people laugh at such a weird combination if they saw it?"
"So just say you’re quirky." Charlotte couldn’t help but curl her lips into a smile upon hearing Jack’s words.
"There’s still plenty of ti; we can pick slowly, no rush."
"Mummy, you’re the best." Jack clapped his hands and then turned his head to look at Cyrus.
"Big brother, you help us pick too."
"How co you two little guys don’t let help?" Hank crowded over, clearly not pleased.
"Second brother..."
Chad was a well-behaved child, and also kind-hearted, so any words of rejection hesitated on his lips, unable to be spoken.
However, Jack wasn’t the sa; he was a few minutes older than Chad.
And he also got along best with Hank.
"Second brother, you just can’t. Your taste is really too poor."
"How is my taste poor, you explain that to ?" Hank said, sounding quite indignant.
"My taste isn’t poor; what I have is, you know, it’s walking, walking on..."
"Walking on the cutting edge of fashion," Grace added from the side.
"That’s right, walking on the cutting edge of fashion, you two little tykes wouldn’t understand," Hank said, folding his arms across his chest, puffing himself up like a little grown-up.
"Alright, second brother, you’re the cutting edge, but Chad and I want so plain clothes, so big brother, please help us."
Jack gave Hank a thumbs up, then turned his head without hesitation toward Cyrus.
"Jack, you little rascal!" Hank puffed up his cheeks and reached out to grab Jack.
And Jack, anticipating Hank’s movents, nimbly dodged.
The two kids chased and frolicked away from Charlotte.
"Hehe, you can’t catch ." Jack pulled a face at Hank.
However, as he turned his head, he bumped into soone.
Jack wasn’t even as tall as the man’s waist, and now bumped like that, he fell backward, stumbling to the ground.
Seeing this, Hank hurriedly stepped forward to hold Jack: "Jack, are you alright?"
Jack shook his head, then looked up at the man with Hank.
This was a man in a suit and leather shoes, very tall, his face not as handso as Justin Battleson, but he looked decent.
"Little buddies, are you alright?" The man bent down, smiling at the two little guys.
His eyes were narrow, and when he smiled, he looked like a fox, but sohow, it made one feel uneasy.
Maybe it was his looks, maybe his voice, but facing such a stranger, both Hank and Jack were startled.
"Sorry, sorry, it was , I bumped into you, I’m really sorry."
Though Jack was scared, he still apologized to the man in front of him.
Seeing this, Hank also held Jack’s hand and apologized.
"It’s fine, little buddies, what are your nas?" The man seed to like Jack and Hank and couldn’t help but ask.
Not only did Jack feel sowhat helpless holding onto Hank’s sleeve, but now Hank also had to feign calm.
He quietly took a deep breath, but inside, he was annoyed with himself. If only he knew not to make such a fuss with Jack.
Seeing the children didn’t speak, the man asked again, "What are your nas?"
"Sir, have my children bothered you?"
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