"Mom."
As the two were talking, Li Duidui came out from the inside room, rubbing his eyes. He was still wearing the little camouflage outfit from the day, and his sleepy, eye-rubbing appearance was adorably cute.
Mr. Butler followed behind him, holding a pair of children's shoes in his hand. He said anxiously, "Young Master, please put on your shoes first; the floor is cold."
Rong Yan also noticed Little Baby was barefoot and said hurriedly, "Duidui, put on your shoes to avoid catching a cold."
He wouldn't listen to anyone else, but when Rong Yan called him, he obediently stood still, waiting for Mr. Butler to help him put his shoes on. He also politely said, "Thank you, Mr. Butler."
His voice was soft and glutinous, like a grandson, which made the old butler's heart melt, "Young Master, don't thank me, please; it's my job. I know you want to see Miss Rong, but you should wear your shoes, right? Otherwise, if you catch a cold, Miss Rong and Mr. Li will be worried about you."