Li Duidui abruptly turned to look at her.
She was in her fifties, had eaten more salt than the little guy in front of her had eaten rice. How could she not notice the excitement he was trying to hide? Pretending not to see it, she bent down, pressed his shoulder, and asked, "I had agreed with your mom earlier that I'd visit her on set. Now I happen to have the time. Duidui, do you want to go?"
To put his mind at ease.
Lin Zhiya added, "I've already called Yan, and she said she'll come out to meet us when we arrive. Do you want to go?"
Three consecutive "do you want to go" completely disrupted Little Baby's resolve to avoid bothering his mommy. He clutched Lin Zhiya's hand tightly, as if afraid she would leave him behind, and hurriedly said, "Yes, I want to go! Grandma, take me with you!"
