"Mr. Yang, you're too kind."
Wenren Du'Er glanced at Teacher Yang, then at her father. 'Adults are such good actors,' she thought. 'They obviously went to a hotel room together, yet they're pretending to be strangers. Hmph, I guess we can all act together.'
"That's right, Teacher Yang. My dad is always talking about how wonderful you are. He told me I have to treat you just like I treat my mom."
Yang Bing suddenly remembered what she had said that day about fulfilling Du'er's mother's duties, and her face flushed slightly. Yang Hui stared at the little girl, feeling that her little brain was cooking up some mischievous idea. He didn't remember ever saying such a thing, but the girl delivered the line with utter sincerity.
