No one was at home, so Madam Yao had to bring Luoluo over and put her grandson into her son's arms, saying, "You hold him for a bit, I'll go check on your godmother."
In Yao Ye's arms, Yao Luo flailed his limbs like a little frog, almost slipping off. He found it uncomfortable being held by his dad. After the child's first month, Yao Ye seldom held him due to work, so now the son was closest not to his parents but to his grandparents.
Luoluo looked at his dad with unfamiliar little eyes, his small mouth like Shen Jiayin's pursed into a tight line, unsure whether he should call him.
Sometimes Yao Ye looked at his son like this, and he resembled his wife quite a bit, but not Yao Ye at all; however, his looks were very similar, both having those charmingly handsome features.
Fortunately, although Yao Ye disliked taking care of kids, he was okay with his own son. He carried his son to the sofa, saying, "Watch TV? Or play with Zhengzheng?"
