Every time Little Yunduo was mentioned, Yan Xiaye's clear, distinct eyes naturally held a trace of a smile.
She was just about to say that she would make time to see Little Yunduo soon, but then she remembered the man's straightforward invitation the last time they met.
Her heart had beaten so fast and chaotically at the time, and she had evasively mumbled her way through the moment, yet the man's serious and focused gaze suggested that it was more than just an impromptu joke.
Carefully concealing the complex emotions in her eyes, she cautiously chose her words, refusing to give Li Yuntang another chance to tease her, and answered in a very soft voice, "I miss him too. If Mr. Yan Jiu doesn't mind, could he, as before, drive the little fellow to my place to play when the school is on break?"
