Upon hearing the words, Yangyang was stunned for a moment before turning his head and plunging into Ye Zi'an's arms, shouting, "Handsome Dad, I've been led into a trap again."
"Haha..." Ye Zi'an simply couldn't help but laugh.
"Handsome Dad, how can you laugh at me?"
By then, the carriage had already stopped.
Someone outside said, "Mom, listen, there's Yangyang showing off again."
As soon as the Yangyang inside the carriage heard that voice, which sounded incredibly familiar, he lifted the curtain and there was Yang Qingtong.
Suddenly, he shouted, "Uncle Qingtong!"
"Yangyang!"
Yang Qingtong was prepared to pick him up, but he waved his hand, "Uncle, this height is nothing." With that, he jumped down.
His big eyes scanning around, he trotted over to Ms. Wang, "Granny!"
"Oh, my good child, you still remember your granny?" Ms. Wang busied herself bending down to hug him and kissed him several times.
Only then did Little Yangyang exclaim, "You and mom look a bit alike."
