Of course, Yan Ye didn't allow Miaomiao to sit on Lian Xinying's lap.
To Yan Ye, Lian Xinying is now like a fragile item.
And Yan Ye didn't want his daughter to cry, so he pushed one with each hand.
Xiaocheng joyfully ran ahead, humming a little tune as he ran.
Miaomiao puffed out her cheeks and stared unblinkingly at her brother from her stroller, and before long, finally exploded!
"I want to go play with brother!"
Yan Ye immediately lifted her out of the stroller and placed her on the ground...
Once on the ground, the little one was like a kite whose string had snapped, darting toward Xiaocheng in no time.
"Brother, wait for me!"
...
The way she ran, small yet determined, had a special kind of happiness to it.
Yan Ye continued to slowly push Lian Xinying forward.
Yan Ye wanted Lian Xinying to get some fresh air, and just then the sun hadn't completely set, with the evening glow spilling orange light, reflecting off their faces like a layer of blush.
