Mr. Han glanced at Zhen Yu and suddenly asked, "Didn't your mom come back with you? Have you had dinner yet?"
Under Mr. Han's watchful eye, Zhen Yu couldn't tell a lie and could only respond blankly, "No."
"Go wash your hands, eat first, we'll talk after dinner!" Mr. Han commanded.
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Mingyue pulled Zhen Yu away, not giving her a chance to talk.
Mrs. Han looked at the two of them leaving and instructed her younger son, "Go! Serve a bowl of rice for Xiao Yu, and bring another pair of chopsticks!"
"Oh!" Han Jiayang happily went to the kitchen.
After dinner, when Zhen Yu wanted to help clean up, Mrs. Han pushed her down onto the sofa, "Your Uncle Han wants to have a word with you, sit here and wait for him."
Zhen Yu looked at Mrs. Han with pleading eyes, her baby heart aching...
Although Mrs. Han only patted her head and walked away, she was still tickled by that beseeching gaze, sighing at how wonderful it would be if she were her own daughter!
