The family of three stepped off the stage, and immediately a bunch of little fans came running over with flowers in their hands.
"Xiao Yan."
"Xiao Yan."
"Thank you, everyone, thank you." Xiao Yan took the flowers from everyone's hands, his expression particularly serious, looking especially amusing.
Lan Xin Ai leaned over to Xi Yemo's ear and said, "Don't you think our son looks like a little celebrity?"
"He doesn't need to look like one; he already is."
Xi Yemo said proudly.
"Xiao Yan is so vain, just like you." Lan Xin Ai pouted.
"If my son doesn't look like me, who else would he look like?"
Mr. Xi's voice was full of pride, which Lan Xin Ai couldn't take anymore: "Can you be a bit more low-key?"
"Being high-profile is justified, right, son?" Xi Yemo bent down and hoisted Xiao Yan onto his shoulder.
Wow!
There was an uproar.
No one expected Young Master Xi to be so doting on his son; in big families, it's rare for anyone to do this.
