"Can I take it to the garden to play?" Yuanya looked at him, seemingly seeking his permission.
This compliance of her's rather vexed Young Master Lan. Couldn't she be less formal with him?
Lan Xiu's gaze remained on Yuanya, seemingly in a trance.
"Roar!"
Caesar at the side was getting impatient. He barked at his father. Stop staring! Don't interrupt him while he's expressing his adoration for his stepmother!
"Be careful not to aggravate the wound."
Lan Xiu gestured dismissively, irritated, under the scrutiny of his wife and son.
"Let's go, come!" Yuanya jogged a few steps and held out her hand.
Caesar followed as if he understood her, even nudging his head into her palm.
Mother and son, their coordination was seamless.
Lan Xiu was reduced to being ignored, by both man and beast. If at this moment, a few withered leaves would flutter down.
The scene would be absolutely desolate…
Yuanya who had just left the restaurant, quietly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.