"Ningning?"
Zhan Hanjue called her with clear eyes, his face showing a hint of surprise.
He looked just like a child.
A child who had just turned three, and not a day older. His whole face and eyes wrote innocence.
Ye Ningwan smiled at him and reached out to touch his eyes.
She had never seen him with such a pure and innocent look, so different from his usual deep gaze.
"I am Ningning."
"No, you're not. You're Wanwan," the man said firmly.
Ye Ningwan asked with amusement, "Why do you like calling me Wanwan?"
She couldn't quite remember when he stopped calling her Ningning and started calling her Wanwan.
But now that he mentioned it, she remembered the issue.
"Because someone else called you that. You're mine, so only I can call you that." Zhan Hanjue pouted childishly.
Someone else?
Ye Ningwan thought for a moment and suddenly recalled the first time Zhan Hanjue and Xie Mingyu met. At the restaurant, Xie Mingyu called her Wanwan.
