Ye Rongyuan's dark circles weren't from sleeping on the couch. He had slept on the couch the night before, and despite feeling sore all over and uncomfortable, he was surprisingly spirited.
Upon hearing little one's concerned question, Ye Rongyuan felt warm inside. Happily, he moved closer and took the opportunity to hug her, "Wuwuwu, Ann cares about me the most."
Old Mrs. Ye couldn't help but roll her eyes at his teasing.
Just as little one had finished eating, she was worried that her younger son might not control his strength well and spoke up, "Don't squeeze Ann too tight."
"Exactly! Mom, you only care about Ann." Ye Rongyuan pouted childishly and then carefully released his hold on little one. He didn't squeeze hard, but considering how small little one's arms and legs were, it wouldn't be good if he accidentally hurt her.