NovelStartAnderson was running around the airport alone.
Joyce got her handbag back from the security guard and went to the suitcase and found that Anderson was gone. She got a chill
down her spine and hurriedly searched around the airport lobby and finally saw Anderson in front of the bathroom door.
She immediately rushed forward and wrapped Anderson tightly in her arms.
"Anderson, why don’t you wait forand why are you running around? Do you know how worried | was?"
Anderson was her life. She absolutely could not let Anderson to have any accident.
"What's wrong, Mommy? | just went to the bathroom and it was urgent!" Anderson made an exaggerated gesture.
"Got it. You really scared the hell out of me. So are you done yet?" Joyce asked.
"All right. Let's go. | see Uncle Kane is already here, and there he is!” Anderson pointed with his fleshy little hand.
"Well, let's go." Joyce looked away and saw Kane standing at exit 5, looking around.
"By the way, Mommy, just now | saw a very handsuncle." Anderson gestured, "And he's pretty tall."
Joyce froze for a moment. He would not be talking about Luther, right? After all, Anderson was extremely discerning and picky, and
he would not talk about someone ordinary like that, but just now in the hall, the most handsman was undoubtedly only Luther.
Luther was still as handsas ever. Wherever he went, he would certainly catch the attention of all eyes.
She subconsciously looked around and could no longer see Luther's figure. She had no idea what Luther's purpose was in coming
to the airport, but they are were on the other side of the hall, so they shouldn't meet him again.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"You're a boy, so why would you care if other men are handsor not?" Joyce pouted her lips and poked his little head.
Anderson held out his hands and pouted, "Mommy, | want a hug from Mommy."
Joyce heartily squatted down and stood up with Anderson in her arms. The little guy was very independent, and he would never
want anyone to hold him while he could still walk. Today he must have been so tired after the long flight.
"Mommy, can | look that good when | grow up?" Anderson asked his mother as he wrapped his arms around Joyce's neck.
"You will. You will definitely be more handsthan he is!" Joyce poked at his little nose.
"Hmm. I'll definitely be the best-looking boy in the world in the future." Anderson nodded, satisfied with the answer.
Overall, Anderson had taken the best parts from her and from Luther. His eyebrows and eyes looked just like Luther, while his nose
and lips looked like her. Anyway, no matter who he looked like, he would grow up to be a deservedly super beautiful boy.
It did quite surprise her that such a little boy, barely over three years old, was so concerned about how he looked.
Joyce felt so speechless. This narcissistic and arrogant idea, she was afraid, was also inherited from Luther.
"Did you just use a slingshot?" Joyce asked as she pinched his little ear.
"Wow, that hurts, Mommy!" Anderson squealed groggily in aggravation, pretending to be in a lot of pain.
"Stop it, | didn't even use any force. You think | would not notice your little trick? Trying to distract me? It's not that easy!" Joyce
simply would not buy it. "Did you just hit that thief with a slingshot?"
"So what if | did?" Anderson simply admitted it. Fortunately, Mommy didn't see him hit that handsuncle with a slingshot.
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