Lu Fengxuan curled her lips and secretly gave Xiaoyi a thumbs-up.
Well said.
Old Master Yan burst into hearty laughter when he heard Xiaoyi's words, full of joy:
"Good, great-grandfather will put Xiaoyi down now."
Xiaoyi is a child, his flattering words naturally make people feel comfortable and warm-hearted.
Old Master Yan looked at the pair of clever and wise children, and his granddaughter who was quietly accompanying them.
Then he looked at Yan Huaizheng standing next to them, though secretly thinking him a blockhead, his heart felt somewhat soothed.
No matter how disdained, without this blockhead, he wouldn't have such an affectionate and lovable granddaughter.
The old saying goes, "love for a person extends even to the crows on their roof." After pondering in his heart, Old Master Yan's irritation at Yan Huaizheng dissipated.
Seeing this, Lu Fengxuan secretly heaved a sigh of relief and regained the mood to look back at the rehearsal field.
