Lu Chenyuan also knew that when a child's emotions flare up, it's unpredictable, so it might really be as Bai Xiaoyin said.
"Uncle, you're really handsome." Lying on the bed, Yangyang showed a shy smile on her pale little face.
Lu Chenyuan looked at the frail little girl and said to her, "You're very pretty too."
Yangyang proudly replied, "Mom is pretty too, right? Because I look like my mom."
Bai Xiaoyin's expression turned awkward, and she whispered, "Yangyang, don't speak nonsense."
Lu Chenyuan looked at Bai Xiaoyin, still charming, eyebrows and eyes like a painting, her delicate features cloaked in exhaustion.
"I'm heading back. If you really can't manage, you can hire a caregiver. I'll pay for the caregiver's fee."
Bai Xiaoyin refused outright, "You've already helped me so much, how can I bring myself to trouble you further."
Yangyang chimed in, "Uncle, thank you for your help. Mom told me to study well when I grow up to repay you. You saved my life."
