It was rare to see a smile grace his face, so Ye Ranran vigorously rubbed his cheeks, "Why are you so cute."
This person really treated him like a child, Song Ze rolled his eyes but didn't push her hand away, allowing her to do as she pleased.
Ye Ranran changed into another set of clothes and put on light makeup before descending the stairs.
Ms. Fan San was already sitting in the living room waiting for her.
Ms. Fan San's name was Fan Rou, and she was as gentle as her name suggested, sitting there like the delicate, persistent drizzle in Jiangnan.
"A rare guest," Ye Ranran seated herself opposite her.
With a T-shirt and knee-high skirt, an incredibly simple outfit, Ye Ranran still managed to exude a sense of fashion.
Her eyes were large and brimming with light; her calm, lake-like gaze flowed with joy and hope, devoid of suffering.
Fan Rou looked at Ye Ranran with envy. Such pure and simple eyes were indeed rare in a family like this.
Even she couldn't maintain such a heart.
