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 Xiaomo hurriedly湊ed her little head over, blinking her bright eyes and curiously asked: "Mommy, did you dream about those two big bad guys again",Both children, for once, were in agreement and asked in unison, "So who do we listen to"。