Lan Yiqing and her mother-in-law were originally trimming flower branches in the living room. Hearing a noise, the two exchanged glances, stood up, and walked over. They arrived at the doorway one after the other, and when they saw the small figure beside their son, they simultaneously widened their eyes, staring unblinkingly at Little Jia You, unwilling to shift their gaze one bit.
Amidst their shocked expressions, Lin Mubai, with a calm smile on his face, led the little one forward: "Jiayou, say hello."
"Hello, great-grandmother, hello, grandmother."
A tender boy's voice instantly melted the hearts of the two women.
Lan Yiqing squatted down in front of Little Jia You in the next moment, full of affection: "You're Jiayou, right?"
"Yes, beautiful grandmother." His words were sweet, and he didn't forget to flash a bright smile.
"Haha, such a sweet mouth." An Jiayou had indeed reached Lan Yiqing's heart. For the first time, she felt her son had done something wonderful.
