"Second Young Master! Let's talk about these things later, Grandpa really can't wait." Yvonne Sutton's smile stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to normal.
While the couple was talking, the little baby who had been behaving very obediently and honestly since entering The Grant Family gate suddenly reached out and pushed his dad's chest. His chubby little hands grabbed Yvonne Sutton's clothes, and with that strength, his round body flipped over suddenly. The two outstretched little hands clung tightly to her shoulders like a little monkey, not letting go.
"Mommy, hug." The little chubby paper said in a tender voice, leaning his head on Yvonne Sutton's shoulder, enunciating clearly.
The newly appointed dad, Connor Grant, was dumbfounded when he saw this scene. He had never realized that his son, who always nestled quietly in his arms, could suddenly perform such a difficult maneuver. Hearing his son speak so clearly again, he was stunned.
