"Han!" Su Xingyu suddenly called out.
The child was fully absorbed in fiddling with the doorknob. Upon hearing his mother's call, he lifted his little head to see her, a joyful smile spread across his chubby face: "Mom!"
Saying this, he dashed forward to hug her leg.
"How did you end up here?" Su Xingyu reprimanded him with both anger and distress, "Mom and those uncle and aunt servants have been looking for you for ages! Everyone was worried sick!"
"I'm sorry." Han apologetically said, blinking his innocent eyes, "I was just exploring in the garden, and somehow ended up here, then the door closed and I couldn't get out."
He pointed somewhat aggrievedly at the door behind him.
