Seeing her son's tiny face looking up at her, Song Yinyin softened.
She gently pinched her son's chubby cheeks and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to join the competition? Why did you suddenly change your mind? And drag your mommy into it? Mischievous!"
"Hee hee."
Seeing his mommy wasn't truly angry, the little guy's smile appeared again, "Mommy, are you not angry anymore? You're willing to join the competition now, right?"
His face, which was crying just moments ago, was now full of smiles, making it hard not to laugh or cry.
Song Yinyin sighed lightly, squatted down, and held up her son's small face, "From now on, you mustn't deceive mommy anymore, understood?"
"Oh, I understand."
The little guy knew how to please his mommy and nodded quickly like a pounding garlic press.
As the big and small pair were talking, the young girl returned and said, "Oh, hello, I just consulted with our leader, and they said you can join, but you have to pass the on-site judges' review first."
