"Yunduo..."
Yan Xiaye sniffed, and the sharp pain from before was suddenly alleviated thanks to the little one.
Her eyes moist, she glanced back at the adorable little fellow at the door, her injured soul healed, allowing her to smile as though nothing was wrong, reassuring everyone she was fine.
Little Yunduo, sensing Yan Xiaye's distress, beamed at her as he bounced over with a phone in hand.
Sitting beside Yan Xiaye, he cleverly changed the topic, showing her his dad's game score: "Look, it's all my dad's fault for being so bad that we lost the last match."
Sure enough, Yan Xiaye's attention was diverted, and she commented seriously, "Let me see... he chose such cowardly equipment. It's a pity you couldn't hold on past twenty minutes; otherwise, you'd definitely have turned the game around."
"Too bad it ended at seventeen minutes. Looks like I have to play with Yanyan instead! Dad's a big dummy!"
