Chapter 1287: Identical_1

Yang Chuxia also felt surprised; this kid had such a good memory.

"Uncle, you're so pretty." This was Yangyang's customary compliment.

The kid wasn't a parrot anymore; he had started to turn into a little lady-killer.

"Uncle, hug me!" He reached out to Yang Qingtong with one hand while holding a little tiger plush in the other.

"Yangyang, uncle is tired from the journey and can't hug you."

A mother knows her child best; she understood all too well what the kid was up to.

"It's okay, sister, I'm not tired. Come here, Yangyang, let uncle give you a hug." Although the two buns' appearance had changed, they had become more like their parents, and Yang Qingtong could still easily tell who was who.

However, when he picked up little Yangyang and felt a pair of small hands touching his face randomly, he finally understood why his sister didn't let him hug Yangyang.