She won't keep that head-raised posture all the time, will she?
This made Li Zhiyuan feel a sense of guilt, and he was somewhat restless while trying to read.
Grandma Liu, reading the newspaper downstairs, was actually keeping an eye on the balcony with the corner of her eye, watching the child poke his head out more and more frequently, and couldn't help but chuckle to herself:
This is just like a man, all at peace when free to come and go, but flustered and agitated once bound by responsibilities.
But soon, Liu Yumei put down her newspaper in surprise, because she saw Li Zhiyuan running down from upstairs. He smiled as he passed by her, then headed straight for her granddaughter.
"You..."
Before Liu Yumei could finish her sentence, she saw the boy bend down as if to hold her granddaughter's hand.
"Dangerous..."
Liu Yumei knew the terrible reaction her granddaughter would have when touched by strangers; even she, as the grandmother, dared not be overly affectionate.
