"Ayan."
Shen Yan, with a laugh in his gaze, responded and then turned his eyes towards Shen Hua, lowered his voice and said, "Brother, Awei just woke up, so let her be happy for a bit, okay? Your relationship is already tense enough."
Upon hearing this, Shen Hua hesitated then looked down at the nineteen-month-old in his arms, whose chubby little hands were pinching his face, making a funny grimace at him.
Shen Yan couldn't help but laugh, and Shen Hua was almost angry enough to turn his back on him.
"Don't ever bring him here again, or you might as well not come either." He dropped the sentence and walked back to sit on the sofa.
Shen Yan gently touched the nineteen-month-old's little head and carried him over to Jian Wei, with the child's purple eyes curiously watching Jian Wei.
"Awei, this is the nineteen-month-old," he placed the child on the bed, and smart as he was, the child crawled towards Jian Wei instinctively.
"Grandma."
