Yan Rusheng snatched it over and flipped to the page with Xuxu's information. He stared at the words 'Yan Xu' and smiled craftily.
He took the pen and added the word 'Wen' between 'Yan' and 'Xu'. His handwriting was small because of space constraints.
After he was done writing, he closed the notebook and returned it to the little girl. "Done. You can keep it now."
…
Xuxu looked at herself from the camera lens. Since there wasn't anyone around, she began making various expressions and poses, completely unrestrained.
Tongue sticking out, wry face, peace sign. It had been many years since she'd posed like this, and they brought back a sense of childish innocence once more.
"Wen Xuxu, are you giving birth inside?"
Xuxu was pouting and preparing to take a photograph of her awfully adorable expression when suddenly the curtain was pulled apart and a tall figure dashed in.
