Da Bao Su Xiao Mo, a child with such a delicate face as if carved from jade. Though only four years old, his teeth were red and white, and while he was still chubby like an infant, you couldn't hide the depth in his eyes.,Su Yunjin raised her eyebrows. After so long, they all knew the shape of their dreams and had grown accustomed to it.,Su Yunqin smiled faintly and said, "Listen to your mother."。