"Ah, this is me, my friend, she's called Leng Zhiyan, we call her Yanyan." Shasha exclaimed, stepping back and holding Zhiyan's small shoulders as she spoke. When her gaze met the other's clear eyes, her face inexplicably reddened, as if her own thoughts were utterly transparent to this exquisite person, leaving her feeling uneasy.
"Leng Zhiyan, hello, I am their little uncle, Sandy." The man nodded, introducing himself to Zhiyan.
"Pfft…" Zhiyan couldn't hold back and chuckled. Her delicate and smooth face turned into a blossom, her eyes sparkling like a myriad of twinkling stars, instantly dazzling everyone present.
Sharon, Shasha, and now a Sandy, oh my, could this family be any more amusing?
Shasha, Sharon, and the others looked at each other bewilderedly. Sandy was slightly stunned, looking at the little girl in confusion. Was he really that funny?
"Yanyan?" Shasha frowned, calling Zhiyan uncertainly.