Yang Peimin stretched out her hand, and Lele opened his arms, ready to be hugged.
She smiled and picked up the little guy, asking Shen Yiyue, "Did Lele cause any trouble just now?"
Shen Yiyue waved her hand, "Lele has been really good. There were too many people, so I didn't dare move forward. Just now, Lele seemed to know you were on stage. He was so happy, waving his hands and feet around. It was too cute. I was a bit worried he might have peed, so after you finished, I quickly took him out and didn't go back in, thinking you would be coming out soon. I think he might be sleepy."
Yang Peimin looked carefully at her son, the little guy leaning against her neck and nodding off. Her heart melted, "Oh, my poor little Lele is really sleepy. Let's hurry back then."
Shen Yiyue brought over Lele's blanket and draped it over him. The wind was very cold that evening, and she was afraid the child would get too cold.
