Sweet Time Only for You: The Entanglement between Mr. Lu and Miss Song Chapter 427: Oh No, My Son Fooled Me

Despite being only five years old, Song Dabai’s small figure is inconspicuous among a bunch of adults, but he packs quite a punch.

He raised the two small sticks in his hand and forcefully struck the center of the large drum.

Bong—

Bong—

A staff mber noticed how cute he looked with his exquisite little face that seed sculpted by a top-tier craftsman, resembling a porcelain doll.

"Wow, what an adorable little boy!"

The staff mber was a young girl in her early twenties, naturally delighted to see such an adorable kid.

Her eyes sparkled like stars, clearly tempted to scoop Song Dabai up and give him a peck.

"Little friend, are you here to challenge the arena master? Oh, let check your information."

The girl retrieved the form Song Dabai had filled out earlier and read aloud:

"Song Dabai, five and a half years old, senior class of the affiliated kindergarten of the art school, hobbies: drones, talent... piano. Wow, little friend, you’ve already passed the tenth level of piano and won first place in the Chopin International Piano Competition? Amazing!"

Who wouldn’t like a child that was both cute and talented?

Song Yinyin stood silently nearby, smiling without interrupting. Her son had always had a strong language ability since he was young, able to communicate with both adults and children seamlessly.

She felt utterly confident in him.

Unexpectedly, today Song Dabai gave her a big ’surprise.’

Song Dabai nodded obediently, then flashed a grin at the young girl and said, "Big sister, actually it’s not for ."

"Oh, then who is it for?"

The little guy gave a mysterious smile, turned around, and pointed at Song Yinyin: "It’s for my mommy!"

"..." Song Yinyin froze.

She had never thought her son would pull such a stunt.

The young girl glanced up at Song Yinyin and then at Song Dabai, saying hesitantly:

"Little friend, if you want to challenge the arena master, you must first register on-site and pass the examination by our panel of judges to enter the arena and challenge the master on stage."

"But my mommy is very capable, she’s much more adept than . My mommy is a signed female pianist. She taught piano, and if I can enter the arena to challenge, my mommy will surely be even better!"

"This..." The young girl hesitated.

Listening to the little guy’s eloquence, it’s quite impressive, and he makes a valid point.

However, this seems not to comply with the competition rules.

Just as the young girl was indecisive, Song Yinyin’s expression had already transford dramatically.

She put on a stern face, walked up to Song Dabai, and reprimanded him softly: "Dabai, we agreed it was you who wanted to participate in the competition, why did you suddenly register for mommy? Are you up to mischief again? Co, follow !"

As she spoke, she grabbed Song Dabai’s small hand to leave the scene.

But after taking a few steps, Song Dabai suddenly burst out crying, "Mommy, I didn’t an it, please don’t be mad, I just wanted to win a prize..."

Seeing the little guy crying so sadly, the young girl felt softened.

She turned to coax Song Yinyin: "Please don’t be angry, the child ant well. How about I discuss it with our leader and see what they suggest?"

With that, the girl turned and left.

Song Dabai looked up, blinked his eyes, his eyelashes still wet with tears, and looked pitifully as he held onto Song Yinyin’s hand, saying, "Mommy, please don’t be angry, okay?"