Ye Xingguang happily accepted the criticism, sat down to join them in building with blocks, and then discovered that Yin Xiaohua truly was a little expert in building blocks.
When they finally completed it, after two hours, they had built a beautiful villa with a courtyard.
In the courtyard, a little girl was playing with a ball, a little boy was chasing her; in front of the villa's floor-to-ceiling windows, there was also a small piano, where an adult woman sat playing soulfully, while an adult man stood by her side, looking as if he was earnestly appreciating...
A perfect family of four, the image was captivating.
"Beautiful auntie, does it look good?" Yin Xiaohua boasted.
Ye Xingguang pulled her into her arms: "It looks good, is this little Xiaohua? Then, is this little boy supposed to be little Yinhe?"
"Beautiful auntie, you're so smart."
"Who is that in the house playing the piano? Your mom and dad?"
