"Ma...Ma!" A toddler waddled into the room, barely the age of one. Despite that, he was always a ball of energy and insisted on walking without the company of a helper.
Ling Yunai, ever the worrywart when it came to children, was nervously trailing behind Yang Bincheng. Her arms were slightly out as if she was going to catch the child should he fall.
"Little dumpling," Zhao Lifei let out a small laugh, bending down yet again to hug another child. The little dumpling's eyes lit up at her gesture as he picked up speed, charging towards his mother. He saw her dress as a cloud and something to cushion upon.
However, before the poor lad could come even remotely come close to her, he was scooped up by his father. A gurgling and small growl left his mouth as he futilely struggled against his dad's iron-grip. Tiny hands began to push at his face when Yang Feng attempted to kiss his cheek.
