Zhulan called for Lady Li. Lady Li didn't come alone; she was followed by Ming Hui. When the little fellow saw Grandma, he wriggled down to the floor. Ming Hui was so energetic that Juan Hua could hardly hold onto him, so she quickly set him down.
It hadn't been long since Ming Hui had learned to walk, and as soon as he was on the ground, he wanted to run.
Zhulan quickly reached out to catch him, "You've just learned to walk and already want to run; aren't you afraid of falling?"
Ming Hui clutched at her clothes, "Grandma, Grandma."
Zhulan couldn't help but laugh. The boy really did look just like her. Sometimes, when she looked at Ming Hui, she would get lost in thought. She reached out to pick up Ming Hui. He was really heavy.
Ming Hui pouted, "Uncle, Uncle."
Zhulan pinched the little one's nose, "Ming Hui remembers Uncle, huh?"
Lady Li chimed in, "He came just to see Chang Zhong."
They had only met a few times, yet he was already so attached.
