"Young Master Yangyang, come in quickly." Yangyang was just asking when Su Ma, a maid from Dongyang, came out.
"Aunt Su Ma." Seeing the familiar face, Yangyang smiled and ran over.
Upon entering the room, the first thing that caught his eye was the baby in the little rocking cradle, "Wow, he's so tiny, but as Dad said, babies are always this small when they're born."
After a pause, he muttered, "Ah, why isn't he my wife? Why can't he be my wife?"
As he spoke, he even tugged at Chengcheng's little finger.
"Haha…" Dongyang was amused by him again.
When Yangyang heard Commandery Princess Dongyang's laughter, his attention was drawn over, "Auntie, are you feeling better?"
"Yes, I'm just fine," Commandery Princess Dongyang told Yang Chuxia, "Your son is really thoughtful."
"It's a pity, Auntie." Yangyang said, his eyes spinning.
"What's a pity?" Commandery Princess Dongyang became curious. She had just said he was thoughtful, but why did he feel it was a pity?
