"It's okay." Jing Yan thought Luo Beichen was being overly cautious. He smiled at his daughter, then pulled her over, touching here and checking there, "Mmm, you've indeed grown quite a bit and become even more beautiful."
"Yanyan, you're not going to leave again this time, are you?" Luo En asked while embracing Jing Yan's waist.
"Yes, I'm not leaving."
However, Luo Beichen scolded his daughter, "Mind your manners and call her 'mom' from now on."
Luo En glared at Luo Beichen, huffed, and continued addressing Jing Yan, "Yanyan," as if on purpose. She could talk about her mom to others, but when facing Jing Yan, she still found it somewhat hard to say, feeling a bit shy.
Jing Yan smiled, her smile as radiant as the brilliant sunshine outside, making everyone feel warm, "She can call me whatever she likes."
Luo Beichen, feeling helpless, turned to his parents and said, "Mom, Dad, I plan to hold a wedding with Yanyan. You handle the guest list; I'll manage the rest."
