With a click, the main door opened. From the inside, a small shadow slipped through the door and ran into the guest's arms.
"Grandma! Grandma!"
"Oh, my lovely Grandson. Come and give Grandma a hug." Duan Yarong scooped up the scurrying child in her arms and lifted him off the ground.
Despite the fact that they had barely spent an afternoon together, the grandma and grandson got along swimmingly, as if they had known one another for years. So much so that Zhao Youlin got a little envious of the two's intimacy.
And because of that, Duan Yarong felt a connection with the child and had taken a liking to him.
Zhao Youlin was following Joy when she noticed the two hugging. "Hi Mom," she said with a smile as her eyes softened.
She then looked up to see Zhao Shunrong standing behind Duan Yarong. She was suddenly at a loss for words and was not sure what to call him.
