"Xiao You."
Lu Tian Tian gently said, eyes full of affection: "It sounds so nice."
"Son, from now on your nickname is Xiao You, given to you by your godfather. When you grow up, you should be grateful to him."
As soon as Rong Zi Chen finished speaking, Xiao Yan immediately chimed in: "I'll be grateful to my own dad."
"Such a filial son."
Xi Yemo bent down and hugged Xiao Yan in his arms.
"What about me?" Lan Xin Ai also leaned over, pinching Xiao Yan's chubby cheeks.
"I'll be grateful to Mom with my future wife."
As soon as Xiao Yan spoke, everyone burst into laughter.
"Xiao Yan is so young, yet already thinking about a wife." Rong Zi Chen marveled.
Lan Xin Ai's humorous frustration: "Husband, is it you who told Xiao Yan these things?"
"No." Mr. Xi looked innocent.
"How old is Xiao Yan anyway?"
Lan Xin Ai was incredulous.
"Men, they all learn by themselves."
