"Thirteen..." Before Zhan Se could speak further, Tang Yu's eyes reddened, and she mumbled excitedly with trembling lips, "Zhan Se, is he, is he really Thirteen?"
"Yes, he is."
The way Tang Yu looked at the child was too straightforward, the naked glow of motherly love in her eyes. This intensity made Zhan Se quite uncomfortable, wishing she could hide her son away from her gaze. Yet, as soon as this thought crossed her mind, she couldn't help but feel a bit amused.
The feeling of possessiveness was truly capable of making people lose their senses.
After all, Thirteen was also Tang Yu's biological nephew, wasn't it impossible for them to never meet?!
With that thought, she felt much more at peace. She turned Little Thirteen's small body to face Tang Yu, tenderly tousled his hair, and then, smiling, told him.
"Thirteen, quick, call her 'Auntie.'"