Yan Ye nodded, then walked over holding his son's hand.
To put it nicely, Yan Ye was looking for a wife. But in reality, the most important thing is that this woman needs to get along with his child.
At the very least, the child has to like her, otherwise, it's no use.
After the father and son walked over, Cheng Zhi was already standing up.
"Hello, Mr. Yan." Cheng Zhi's smile was impeccable, just like her makeup, perfectly fitting. She then turned to Xiaocheng, took out a ready-prepared gift from her bag, and handed it to Xiaocheng, "Xiaocheng, this is a gift from Auntie for you. I wasn't sure what you liked, so..."
The gift was originally bought with the intention of giving it to Yan Ye, for him to pass it to Xiaocheng. She didn't expect him to bring his son directly.
Cheng Zhi sighed in relief internally, thankfully she was prepared.
Yan Ye's expression remained indifferent the whole time, his gaze fixed on his son's face.
