An Hao's gaze followed the direction of Ning Chenyang's finger and saw a six or seven-year-old child holding a white lantern, which was painted with the Monkey King Sun Wukong. On Sun Wukong's shoulder was a shiny Golden Cudgel.
The painting of Sun Wukong was so vivid that when the wind blew, the lantern swayed, making it seem as if Sun Wukong was stepping on a somersault cloud, drifting in the sky.
"Don't you already have a revolving lantern? Why do you want that lantern too?" An Hao leaned over, looking at Little Chenyang, and said, "One is enough. We can't just buy everything we like, can we?"
Ning Chenyang was not satisfied and pouted his little mouth.
Ning Chenguang was also dissatisfied. He gazed at Qin Jian with his big watery eyes and said, "Daddy, buy it!"
Qin Jian agreed with his wife's opinion that they couldn't buy everything they saw, so he said to Little Chenguang, "I'll listen to mommy!"
