Fu Shihan carried him straight into the private room, set him down, and watched him run to the floor-to-ceiling window to look downstairs. His face was full of curious surprise, making the corners of his mouth involuntarily lift.
Su Wanxin walked over to Yangyang's side, squatting down to talk to him in a low voice.
Yangyang reached out his finger and tapped on the glass, his little face earnestly looking at Su Wanxin.
Fu Shihan sat a distance away, unable to hear what they were saying, only seeing the little guy speaking and then happily pouncing into Su Wanxin's arms, clinging to her neck.
Fu Shihan's gaze darkened a bit, he let out a mocking laugh and looked away.
A little brat who only knows how to act cute and spoiled, really asking for a beating.
Su Wanxin chatted with Yangyang for a while, then carried him over to sit down on the sofa.
