The little guy winced and hugged Mr. Xie's leg. "Grandpa, I don't want Mommy to dress me. I want Grandpa to help me, or I won't get dressed."
"Xiao You, come here. Stop bothering your grandpa. You haven't even finished getting dressed. You'll be sorry if you catch a cold," Xu Chunyan said, deliberately putting on a stern face.
"I don't want to! I want Grandpa to dress me," the little one whined.
"Xiao You." Xu Chunyan was at her wit's end with her son and looked at Mr. Xie. "Dad, look at this..."
"Alright, Grandpa will help our little Xiao You get dressed." Mr. Xie squatted down, helped Xiao You put on his shirt, then held out his hand to Xu Chunyan. "Give me his pants."
"Dad, thank you for your trouble." Xu Chunyan handed Xiao You's pants to Mr. Xie.
Hearing this, Mr. Xie's eyes flickered. He looked up at Xu Chunyan. After the Xu Family's misfortune, she had lost her old arrogance.
