Yan Yinuo's expression was a bit subtle, especially as Wang Lu's eyes shone with incredulity mixed with admiration, which made her feel guilty.
Little Douya, this little guy, when did he develop such a good memory?
"Well, maybe it's just familiarity." Yan Yinuo replied sheepishly, noticing Douya's silly look as if he was about to climb up, she discreetly glared at her son.
The little guy's body was already quite strong, and usually, apart from Xu Zijin, he didn't like being held by others, including the old lady.
Now that he was more solid, he enjoyed running around the house in his walker, and the old lady's old bones were no match for him.
But right now, seeing Yan Yinuo, he stopped running around and instead sought out his mother.
When Yan Yinuo glared at him, Douya pouted in grievance, bad mommy...
Just as he was about to leave Yan Yinuo to find his dad, the originally bad mommy who secretly glared at him picked him up.
