Little Douya nestled in Xu Zijin's arms, his little face was fair and tender, a stark contrast to his previous gloominess. Now he was energetic and in great spirits.
He didn't understand what Grandma was saying, just grinned, revealing a few rice-like teeth.
"Papa... Papa..." Thanks to Maggie's relentless efforts, little Douya, over a year old, finally managed to call Xu Zijin 'Papa' completely.
Xu Zijin caught a bit of his son's joy, feeling quite happy himself.
"Douya looks a lot like Little Uncle," Song Weiyi, who hadn't left yet, commented while sitting beside them.
The last time she saw Douya was months ago; he was just a little thing back then, and now he could run and jump.
Douya's age was similar to her younger son, Sansan, who was even younger and crawled around the house all day. This time, Song Weiyi only dared to bring the two older ones, otherwise, she couldn't manage all three.
