Yangyang said, and gestured to his head, "Right here, wearing a big red flower."
"Really?"
"Yes, yes." Yangyang nodded repeatedly, "Oh right, I saw the auntie who ate my duck soup yesterday there too."
"Her?" Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi'an looked at each other, "She's back?"
"My dear, since we have nothing to do at home anyway, let's go and have a look," Ye Zi'an said as he stood up, walked over to her, and helped her up from the chair as well.
Seeing that his parents were going to Grandma's house, Yangyang quietly diminished his presence, preparing to follow behind Ye Zi'an and also go out to play.
Unfortunately, just as he took a few steps, Ye Zi'an's voice rang out, "Aren't you going to the study?"
"Ah…" Yangyang immediately covered his face, "Can't you pretend you didn't see me?"
Regrettably, his wailing didn't make Ye Zi'an change his mind; he just looked on, his expression growing colder and colder.
