Qin Yu did not feel embarrassed in the least. With a smile, she walked over and took Han Yingzhe from Qiao Hongya's arms. "Didn't you hear big sister calling you? Why didn't you come to the door to greet me?"
Old Madam Han could not help but laugh. "Qin Yu, you're causing trouble for your little brother! How old is he now? He can't walk fast enough, yet you want him to greet you at the door? Aren't you afraid he'll fall?"
"Of course not." Qin Yu hugged Han Yingzhe joyfully, "This is my little brother. When other children are just learning to walk, he can already run. When other children are just learning to speak, he's already reciting Tang Shi's poems. He's an absolute prodigy, one step faster!"
"You're not talking about a child prodigy, you're talking about science fiction!" Old Madam Han rolled her eyes speechlessly.
