Zhao Dingli: "..."
He kept feeling this little guy was doing it on purpose.
Could this little guy have guessed something?
Zhao Dingli found it strange. All he'd done was give Li Xiaoyun a ride home.
What could this little guy possibly have guessed from that?
During today's competition, Li Xiaoyun hadn't even had enough time to spend with the little guy.
Now that they met again, Li Xiaoyun immediately grabbed the little guy and wouldn't let go.
"Xiao Yun, come in quickly." The old lady called out warmly.
"Madam." Li Xiaoyun greeted, "Sir."
The old lady straightened her face and said, "Why are you still being so formal? Weren't you calling me just fine on the phone?"
Li Xiaoyun thought to herself that she'd been careless just now.
She'd taken the old lady as any ordinary elder. Wouldn't she just naturally call her Grandma?
She was used to it.
But after hanging up, Li Xiaoyun realized.
As the Zhao Family's madam, it didn't seem appropriate to directly call her Grandma.
