Jian Anning belongs to this type—moreover, she and Yu Zexiao haven't married yet, and they don't have children.
"Come, come, Yangyang, be good, come over here."
The Mo Family's great hall was cleared out, with a wide space in the middle covered with a cashmere carpet and surrounded by soft foam, like a small competition field. On this side of the track, there were many little things, toys, books, small brushes, and even snacks.
At the end of the track was a little kid, wearing tiger-head shoes and a tiger-head hat, chubby with a double chin. His little chunky arms and legs, like lotus stems, waved around as he plopped down with his little bottom right in the middle of the track, glaring with his big black grape-like eyes at the adults bustling around him.
