"My name is Ye Yihan." Ye Yihan raised his chin, his dark, bright eyes slightly squinting, and said.
Gu Yan's expression twitched, and he laughed, "Hanhan, are you a boy or a girl?"
Ye Yihan frowned, pulling down the corners of his eyes, and stared coldly at Gu Yan, saying in a ghostly voice, "This is the men's restroom."
Gu Yan closed his mouth, coughed dryly, "Cough cough, um, Hanhan, you just said you wanted to wash your hands, right? Come, let me help you."
As Gu Yan spoke, he reached out to pick up Ye Yihan.
Just as he reached out, Ye Yihan's chubby body took a step back, staring at his hand with a look of disdain.
Gu Yan's chubby face twitched twice, "Oh, I didn't wash my hands."
Ye Yihan raised an eyebrow, glancing at the sinks.
Gu Yan pressed his lower lip, went to wash his hands on his own initiative, shook them dry, then turned to pick up Ye Yihan.
