Xiao Xuyao listened to his great-grandmother's words in one ear and out the other, privately thinking, "Great-grandma is just scared too easily. I won't fall down. Besides, great-grandma, please let go of my clothes. I need to go find mom now. Otherwise, mom will be taken away by Yangyang and my sister."
Xiao Xuyao, still unable to speak coherently, looked at his own clothes being held and protested discontentedly, "Great-grand."
"Ah, good grandson." Old Madam Situ, not understanding her great-grandson at all, responded with a smile. However, her hand holding Xiao Xuyao's clothes did not let go.
Seeing that his great-grandmother completely missed his point, Xiao Xuyao's little head drooped. It looked like mom couldn't belong to him alone today.
"Yangyang, baby, you also slow down. Look at your brother; he's so good," said Old Madam Loo, emulating Old Madam Situ by grabbing hold of Xiao Xuyang, who seemed desperate to jump into his mother Situ Xin's arms.
