"Xiao Lan." He Jia was slightly moved, words clustered in his chest ultimately transformed into one sentence, "Brother is here."
The same familiar three words, the same familiar tone.
Ye Wanlan's eyes grew heavy, with tears crystalizing, she laughed, "I know, Brother, I have always known."
He Jia has never been good with words, his actions speak louder than his words.
"Brother is here," though only three words, weigh heavier than a thousand mountains and seas.
"Little He, step aside, let Uncle Wang see my wonderful niece." Xiang Qingtian strode forward, unceremoniously pinching Ye Wanlan's face into dough, "Little Yongning may have changed her appearance, but she's even more beautiful than before; what makes Uncle Wang happiest is that you now have a healthy body."
Indeed, his personality could be unruly, but sometimes it's his way of cheering Yongning up with playful antics.
