Yan Eldest Young Master couldn't help but show off the colored pottery the more he looked at it, which irritates Mother Yan to her core.
"Baby boy, why are only mommy, daddy and you present here, where are grandma, grandpa, and mother-in-law?"
The baby boy is not flustered at all. He properly seats himself upon Mother Yan's lap before answering
"Grandmother, because of limited time, I have already modelled you, grandpa and mother-in-law's clay figurines, but I didn't have time to refine it. It will be okay later."
Upon hearing that she has one too, Mother Yan immediately brightens up with joy.
"I knew my precious grandson wouldn't forget about us!"
As a father, Yan Eldest Young Master couldn't endure watching his son being monopolized by his mother. He reaches over, deftly picks up his precious son and places him onto his own lap.
"Mom, baby boy is my son!"
Mother Yan glares at him, "Aren't you also my son? Without me, can you exist? Can baby boy exist?"
