"Let's talk about it."
"Maybe I can help you with some ideas."
Yang Hao sat down opposite Yu Dongdong, and to make sure he was heard clearly, he deliberately raised his voice when speaking.
Yu Dongdong looked down, his fingers rhythmically intertwining, and his eyes occasionally glanced toward the kitchen.
"This will be our secret, I won't tell your sister!"
Seeing through Yu Dongdong's caution, Yang Hao said with a smile.
Hearing this, Yu Dongdong looked up at his sister's husband, whom he hadn't met many times but felt a great affection for.
His eyes were bright and clear, the kind usually seen in children, reflecting the innocence and goodness of his heart.
Yu Dongdong glanced toward the kitchen again. The house was big enough that his sister in the kitchen couldn't possibly see them. He then began to bare his heart, telling his story to Yang Hao through sign language.
