Su Yayan looked at her dog, who kept rubbing against Hua Hua like a small piece of sticky cake. Even after being suppressed by force a few times, it still did not change its true colors. It shamelessly leaned over to lick Hua Hua's fur.
She felt humiliated. 'Can't you give your master some face, you little dog?'
Su Yayan was so angry that she wanted to hit the dog. At this moment, the Lan family arrived.
Only Yan Xiaoran, Lan Jiaye, and the Lan family's baby came. This baby was a few months older than Little Star and was also soft and fair like a glutinous rice ball. He looked especially likable.
"Here you are. Is there just the two of you?"
