"Mother…"
Before anybody entered the room, a lively voice could be heard from outside the door.
"That is my eldest son. You have to be prepared."
Hearing the voice, Xiaoyang knew whose voice it belonged to. She mentioned her eldest son fondly to Xiaoguo, but there was a hint of helplessness in her tone.
Xiaoguo nodded quizzically and reached out to pull Zhuang Zhuang from behind her. She was going to let him greet his new friend. Zhuang Zhuang was very obedient. As long as he didn't have to go near the baby, he would do anything.
"I heard from Dad that I have a new friend?!"
The boy lifted the curtain with a cheerful expression and poked his head in to look. The child's hair was in a mess, and his fair face was covered in black and gray streaks.
The only visible feature on his face was his pair of big round eyes. At this moment, he was looking around the house. Xiaoguo found him very interesting—he was just as lively as Zhu Yang.
