With eyes wide open, he rounded his small mouth and looked at the other person.
Dong Huiying chuckled softly and affectionately pinched the child's fair, rosy little face.
"Mother was really startled, our Wu Wang actually came along too?"
Little Wuwang, bewildered, instinctively looked toward Old Lady Qin.
The old lady sat calmly, sipping tea.
It was already afternoon, and the sun in the sky was gradually moving westward.
The old lady, in sync with Dong Huiying's words, said, "Alas, it's my fault. I originally asked Qin Chun to go out and buy some pastries for me, but who knew your mother would run into him? Now look what happened, she followed along... Wangwang, it's your great-grandmother's fault for getting us exposed."
Little Wuwang blinked.
Suddenly, with a childish voice, he called out "Mother," and then dived into Dong Huiying's arms.
His small hands hugged his mother's waist tightly, and his little head snuggled into her embrace.
