When Song Dabai saw the life-sized Doraemon, his eyes lit up with excitement and delight.
Doraemon was his favorite cartoon character, and he had never seen one this big and tall before.
He really wanted to give it a hug...
But before his chubby little hands could reach out, a wall of people blocked his view.
Song Yinyin extended her arms, shielding Song Dabai behind her, and said, "Are you Lu Jihan? Take your stuff away, our Dabai never takes anything from strangers!"
"Strangers?"
Lu Jihan's face turned cold as he straightened up, hands in his pockets, his deep eyes emitting a cold gleam.
"Dabai and I are not strangers; he is my grandnephew."
"What proof do you have?" Song Yinyin frowned and asked.
"Just look at his face." Lu Jihan pointed to Song Dabai's face and said in a deep voice.
She snorted in disdain, "What a joke! There are plenty of people who look alike in this world; does that mean they're all related by blood?"
