Mo Yinhe bypassed the earnestly cute-acting Yin Xiaohua, taking small, cool strides with a "keep away" demeanor into the villa.
In the room, Song Chuanqi and Ye Baixiu were both seated on the sofa.
As Mo Yinhe walked through the entrance hall, he saw Ye Baixiu sitting on the sofa, his pace halted for a few seconds before he continued walking up to Ye Baixiu, eye to eye, and after pursing his little mouth hesitantly for a while, he blurted out, "Grandpa?"
Why did these two words involuntarily pop out of his mouth? These were definitely not what he intended to say; it was his mouth acting on its own!
Mo Yinhe felt annoyed, feeling like he'd lost all control.
"Too... too much like Junqing when he was a kid!"
