Since then, Douya forgot his real dad and leaned on Yan Yinuo like an octopus sticking to her.
The clingiest people Yan Yinuo has encountered in her life are probably these two father and son, right?
Thinking about it, Douya must have inherited it from his dad? Suddenly, she felt a bit helpless and amused.
"Grandma, I'm a little hungry, shall we go downstairs to get some snacks?" Song Weiyi grinned at her little uncle.
Now, both she and her grandma shouldn't stay here as third wheels, as the niece, she decided to fulfill her uncle's little intentions.
"Hungry, are you? Then let's go." The old lady nodded knowingly and happily held Song Weiyi's hand and went out.
With a "clank" sound, accompanied by the door closing behind them, the liveliness in the ward suddenly diminished a lot.
Yan Yinuo stayed still, holding Douya, but felt Xu Zijin's bright gaze staring at her intently.
