Yu Xiangyang untied the straps and put An An on the ground.

An An was suddenly liberated. With a step of his short legs, he ran forward along the gap between the bookshelves.

He was dressed very warmly and wore a thick hat. From behind, he looked like a small potato.

"Little Maracas, don't run!"

Yu Xiangyang wanted to catch up, but Wen Qiuning said, "You choose the book, I'll go see him."

Wen Qiuning caught up with An An in a few steps and picked him up.

Not to mention, An An does look 30% like Yu Xiangyang, especially her eyes, which are almost the same as Yu Xiangyang's.

The child was soft, with a faint scent of children's lotion on his body. His little face was white and chubby, and his clear black eyes looked at Wen Qiuning steadily.

Wen Qiuning felt as if her heart was touched by something. She couldn't help but smile and touched An An's chubby little face, "You are so cute!"

Seeing Wen Qiuning smile, An An also smiled, revealing a few teeth that had not yet grown in.

Yu Xiangyang stood four or five meters away, watching this scene and raised his eyebrows.

Xiao Jie spent a long time selecting books along the rows of bookshelves.

When An An saw the snow outside, his short legs wanted to run outside.

Wen Qiuning was worried that he would catch a cold, so she held him back and stopped him from going out.

An An was anxious, with a sad face, whining and pointing outside, "Snow!"

It felt like I was about to cry in the next second.

Wen Qiuning had never taken care of a child before and was at a loss for a moment. She looked to Yu Xiangyang for help.

But Yu Xiangyang was standing in front of a row of bookshelves, holding a book in his hand, looking down at it, looking very focused.

"Snow!" An An was still shouting.

Yu Xiangyang pretended not to hear!

It’s so annoying!

Every time it snows, An An would drag him out to play snowball fights. Even when he gets tired of playing, An An still isn’t satisfied!

We're on the street, how can we have a snowball fight?!