Gu Fei could only force a laugh.
Just then, Xiao Yu's gaze fell upon the dough figurine in Lian'er's hand.
The little figurine was dressed in peach-colored clothes and had its hair styled just like Gu Fei's. Even its eyes and brows bore a slight resemblance to her.
He then glanced at the dough figurine in Su Chen's hand and saw from its clothing and appearance that it was undoubtedly meant to be Su Chen.
An indescribable feeling welled up inside Xiao Yu—a mix of sourness and frustration.
He suddenly reached out and snatched the dough figurine from Lian'er's hand. "This thing's not bad. I'll take it back for my little nephew to play with."
Su Chen frowned. 'You have a little nephew? How come I don't know about it?'
Lian'er grew anxious. "Sir, give it back! You can't have this."
Xiao Yu ignored her and handed the figurine to Stone.
