Mom?
Ye Qingyou furrowed his brows.
What kind of irresponsible adult lets a five-year-old child go buy breakfast and even cross a road!
He frowned again.
While he was thinking, he suddenly heard a familiar voice from afar: "Youyou!"
In the panic, the voice carried a hint of fear, like hiding some secret, afraid it would be discovered.
Ye Qingyou turned his head and saw Yang Yin standing not far away.
His gaze instantly turned somber.
He turned back to look at Youyou, the child's face was fresh and tender, his big eyes were like black grapes, somewhat resembling Yang Yin...
His brow furrowed deeply.
The child looked about four or five years old... and their history five years ago...
As the thought flashed by, he furrowed his brow again and looked at Yang Yin.
The next moment, he heard Li Youyou shout: "Auntie, why are you here?"
Yang Yin immediately rushed over, hugging Youyou and checking him up and down. Seeing nothing major had happened, she breathed a sigh of relief.
