"Dad, why don't you help Sun Dada?" When they returned to the hotel in the afternoon, Scott Smith was taking out daily necessities from the suitcase. Sam Jones stood behind him and suddenly asked. Just now on the street, Scott Smith did not answer the little guy's question, and the little guy has been thinking about it all the way until now.

Scott Smith put down what he was holding, sat on the edge of the bed, and said to Sam Jones with a smile: “Son, come and sit here.”

Sam Jones obediently sat next to Scott Smith, tilting his little face to wait for Scott Smith's answer.

"Son, what...