"It's all right, this is your home."
Yang Yan lightly smiled:
"At least we can temporarily treat this place as home."
"Can I have a home too?"
Yan humbly touched his own head.
Though his hand was dirty, he still didn't mind touching his hair.
Yang Yan observed for so long, he roughly understood what was going on with Yan.
It seems to be congenital intellectual deficiency.
His intelligence now is at most comparable to that of a seven or eight-year-old child.
This makes it impossible for him to think like a normal person of his age.
"Of course, you can follow me from now on! You have a home."
Yang Yan stood up and said kindly.
After speaking, he walked to Yan's side and, without minding the dirt, directly brought him inside.
Yan did not resist at this point, foolishly grinning.
He knew Yang Yan was good to him and trustworthy.
"Thank you! You are a good person."
Yan said sincerely.
"Don't thank me, go take a bath first."
