Uncle Bai stood still holding his bag, looking over in the direction of the call, and saw little Shang Yin sitting properly next to Li Yan, exuding a tranquility and obedience unbecoming his age.
The little one saw Uncle Bai and pursed his lips to call softly, "Uncle Bai."
Uncle Bai's stern features instantly softened, "Come here, go upstairs with uncle."
The little one didn't ask much and slid down from the couch bit by bit, patted away the wrinkles on his little trousers after standing up, and followed Uncle Bai upstairs.
Li Yan had his mouth half open, staring blankly at their big and small backs, "Yi Bao, come back, come back, you haven't finished learning yet!"
The little one stopped and turned around, gazing at Li Yan with those fawn-like eyes, identical to Li Qiao's.
Those fawn-like eyes would make anyone think of Li Qiao, and upon thinking of Li Qiao, one would subconsciously choose to compromise.
