"Xiaoxiao, you're here..." Yang Yi's words abruptly stopped. Had their relationship reached such intimacy?
Yang Shannan was still young and didn't understand the emotional entanglements between adults. All he knew was that his mother was standing in front of him. He immediately ran forward and hugged Meng Xiao's leg, joyfully calling out, "Mama! Uncle!"
Caught off guard, Meng Xiao was forced to take a step backward by the impact of Yang Shannan's embrace. Xie Li, who was standing behind her, helped stabilize her: "Be careful."
Yang Yi's body tensed, his hands clenched into fists. He had the urge to punch Xie Li. He knew he needed to talk to Meng Xiao as soon as possible, convinced that Xie Li was no good.
To establish a closer connection with Meng Xiao, Yang Yi had specifically chosen a smaller guest room. Now, it felt a bit crowded with all of them together. Yang Shannan pulled Meng Xiao onto the couch, handing her the sunflower he had clung to all morning.