The little child, only about five years old, said something that was particularly heartwarming.
Ye Qingyou was driving, listening to the words from the back, and for some reason, he felt a sense of heartache.
Yes.
Youyou's sensibility made people's hearts ache.
He gazed ahead and then said, "Don't worry, I won't give you this chance."
Youyou didn't say anything more.
The two quickly arrived at Youyou's kindergarten, parked the car, and went inside.
The parent-child activity started at nine o'clock. It was the first time the children saw the man beside Youyou, so someone rushed over and asked, "Youyou, who is this handsome uncle? Is he your dad?"
Youyou glanced at Ye Qingyou and cautiously nodded.
Then he looked at him again, seemingly afraid that he would be unhappy.
When he didn't dare to speak, Ye Qingyou broke the silence, "Yes, little friend. Please take care of our Youyou from now on, okay?"
The little friend immediately smiled, "Uncle, don't worry."
