"Yes, ma'am, may I ask what's the matter?" Xiao Xian squeezed Yiyi's hand, Zhou Ziang and Wang Shuai also paused their steps.
"Do you... know a child named Yiyi?" Despite knowing her question was laughable, she just saw two Chinese people similar in age to her daughter and asked them. There are so many Chinese, and the world is so big. But...
"She..." Xiao Xian opened her mouth, considering whether to truthfully inform that the girl named Yiyi was standing next to her.
Yiyi interrupted her answer, "No, we are just passing by."
While speaking, Yiyi gently touched the mixed-race child in the woman's arms, "So cute."
The little boy had already fallen asleep earlier, awakened by the noise outside, and when he saw the older sister with a round face like his mother's, he grinned, waved his little hand, and laughed endlessly.
"Let's go back," Xiao Xian was afraid Yiyi couldn't control her emotions, and softly urged her.
