Sure enough, kids with sweet mouths get candy.
Zhao Lang was first stunned for a moment, then seemed to recognize the little dumpling and reached out to pinch his face.
"Are you Bufan or Buchen?"
Jiang Bufan saw that he recognized him, and his eyes instantly lit up.
But he seemed to consider something and said in a sticky voice, "I'm Buchen."
"Good boy."
Zhao Lang glanced into the car and casually handed him a decoration.
"Brother didn't prepare a gift for you this time, so take this to play with. I'll buy you something fun next time."
Zhao Lang was holding a small yellow Pixiu.
Jiang Bufan didn't recognize this thing, but it looked pretty cute, so he happily accepted it.
"Thank you, brother."
Buchen was right; this brother is indeed both rich and generous.
Much better than the ones at home.
Behind him, Jiang Yan and the others looked displeased.
This guy is always making a fuss at home, yelling everywhere.
But outside, he's calling others "brother" so affectionately?
