Sure enough, the little cutie's bright eyes first swept over Yan Han's face, then scanned the surroundings of the parking lot.

Yes, it is indeed quite big here!

After assessing the situation, the little one made up his mind.

"Hmph, so what if you have long legs? Just you wait, I promise I'll have longer legs than you in the future!" The little cutie grumbled, but then threw herself into Yan Han's arms.

Yan Han had never held a child so seriously before. He picked up the little cutie's soft body and, for no reason, felt so nervous that his palms and back were sweating!

The little guy had a faint milky scent. Yan Han used to find the smell extremely unpleasant, but now, smelling it, he couldn't help but want to bury his face in the little guy's neck and smell it to his heart's content!

However, someone as dignified as Young Master Yan would never do something so inappropriate.

"Hmm, you'll definitely have longer legs than Daddy from now on!" He responded to the little guy's provocation with good temper.

Unbeknownst to them, that young master Yan had become a yes-man.

Even though he picked the little guy up, he still turned his face away and wouldn't look at him.

At this moment, Yan Han's feelings were so complicated that they were hard to describe, so he didn't pay much attention to the little guy's resistance.

Furthermore, he was still immersed in a state of excitement and self-blame, and he probably wouldn't care even if the little guy hit or scolded him.

The driver, who was waiting by the car early in the morning, was quite surprised to see his grandfather carrying a small child.

"Sir, whose child is this?"

In their memory, their grandfather had always avoided children and women. Could it be that the sun rose in the west today?

“Mine!” Yan Han replied, bending down to put the little guy into the car.

The driver was so shocked that he opened his mouth and couldn't speak. He bent down and peered inside to see the adorable little baby who looked like a porcelain doll.

Only after seeing the little baby's face, which looked exactly like his grandfather's, did the driver believe it!

While it's believable, accepting this reality will take some time.

Even after the car left the parking lot, the driver would occasionally steal glances at the young master in the back seat who was ignoring his master!

Whether the little boy was tired or simply didn't want to talk to Yan Han, after getting on the bus, he silently took off his backpack, pulled out his earphones, put them on, hugged the backpack tightly to his chest, closed his eyes, leaned his head back, and completely ignored Yan Han.

Yan Han seemed completely unconcerned about the little guy's rude behavior. Instead, he turned to the side and stared intently at the boy's little face for quite a while.

At first, the little boy was indeed sulking and ignoring Yan Han, but not long after the car drove away, his head, which had been leaning back in the seat, drooped down.

Yan Han, who had been keeping a close eye on him, reached out and gently patted his face. When he didn't react, she simply picked him up and placed him on her lap, letting him comfortably lie in her arms and sleep.

Whether the little guy was just really tired or he slept like a pig just like his mom, he didn't wake up once, even after the car drove back to the Yan family's parking lot.

Yan Han carried the little guy into the house. Uncle Hai, who came to greet him, had a similar reaction to the driver when he saw the soft child nestled in his young master's arms.

"Young Master, what about this child?" However, Uncle Hai, who had seen many storms, was much calmer than the driver.

For a fleeting moment, Uncle Hai thought that the child the young master was holding was the child of the eldest son of the Ji family.

"My son!" Yan Han's voice was very low, probably because he was afraid of waking the little guy who was sleeping soundly in his arms.

Even though he wasn't speaking loudly, Uncle Hai, with his sharp ears, could hear him clearly.

This time, Uncle Hai could no longer remain calm. His face showed not only disbelief but also a great deal of complex emotions.

"Young Master, your son? This...this...he is..."

Yan Han glared at him and scolded in a low voice, "Don't think nonsense! He's my and Ying'er's son!"

After saying that, he ignored Uncle Hai, who was standing there dumbfounded as if he had been silenced, and strode up the stairs with his long legs.

Uncle Hai stood there, motionless, until Yan Han's figure carrying the little guy disappeared into the second-floor corridor, before he fully came to his senses.

With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone and dialed quickly. As soon as the call connected, before the other person could say anything, he excitedly shouted into the receiver.

"Madam! Madam! You and the master must come back immediately!" The voice was trembling violently!

"I'm not going back! It'll only make me feel bad seeing that brat!"

From the microphone came Old Madam Yan's strong voice, her tone as usual, calm and composed with a hint of resentment, as if she had no idea of ​​Uncle Hai's agitation and abnormality.

Uncle Hai took a deep breath and tried to calm his excited emotions, but even so, when he spoke again, his voice still trembled noticeably.

"Madam! The young master just returned carrying the young master!"

"What?"

Madam Yan's voice suddenly rose several decibels, startling Uncle Hai so much that he involuntarily moved the microphone away. Immediately afterward, Madam Yan's angry roar came from the microphone, making his eardrums ache.

"Young Master? Where could he be looking for the Young Master? Could it be..."

"No, no!" Uncle Hai quickly interrupted Madam Yan, afraid that she would overthink things, and added, "The young master said it himself, that it's his and Ying'er's son!"

No sooner had Uncle Hai finished speaking than a series of busy tones came through the receiver!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the world, upon hearing the earth-shattering news over the phone, Old Madam Yan immediately hung up and sprang up from the sofa like a spring, running towards the terrace.

As he ran, he shouted, "Old Yan, Old Yan, buy plane tickets right now! We're going back to see our grandson!"

Yan Bo, who was leisurely practicing Tai Chi on the terrace, turned his head and stared at Old Madam Yan with a suspicious look on his face.

"Grandson? Where did this grandson come from? Adopted?"

Madam Yan glared at him fiercely, "What adoption? He's the son of that brat and Ying'er!"

Yan Bo froze, staring at his wife in disbelief. "Xiao Han and Ying'er's son? Ying'er's back? When did she have a son?"

Old Madam Yan grew impatient and grabbed his arm. "Hurry up and book the plane tickets. We can talk about the rest later!"

Yan Bo instructed someone to book plane tickets, and Old Madam Yan, who was so excited that she didn't know what to do, couldn't wait to pack her luggage. The maid offered to help, but she refused.

"Honey, the tickets are booked, flight in two hours!"

In just a short while, Yanbo not only booked the plane tickets, but also made a phone call home to find out what was going on.

“Wife, Xiaohan said that Ying’er brought the grandson back, but Ying’er… didn’t come back.”