
Zhao Youlin was stunned. Little did he expect this to be Joy's reason. Zhao Youlin looked at Joy. He was like a newborn puppy peering at him timidly, seemingly afraid of being abandoned and rejected by him.
He felt a sting in his heart and it resulted in an inexplicable heartache. A mixed feeling swelled up in his heart. Zhao Youlin reached out to pinch Joy's little face.
He smiled gently and said, “Joy, you can't find a place that sells puppies in a shopping mall. Tomorrow, I'll take you to the pet store and buy it, okay?”
When Joy heard this, she lifted her head and asked excitedly, "Can we really?"
"When have I ever lied to you, Joy?" Zhao Youlin patted Joy on the head and smiled as she said, “Now, let's pay for the goods first. Then, we'll go back and tidy up our house. Tomorrow, I'll take you to pick a cute puppy like you, okay?”
Joy's eyes sparkled. He nodded and followed Zhao Youlin obediently as they pushed the shopping cart filled with many things to check. During the weekend, the shopping center is quite crowded.
Many women can't help but show their maternal affection when they see someone as adorable and submissive as Joy. They took the initiative to chat with Zhao Youlin.
Even the cashier who happened to be a young woman, also said to her, “Nona, your son is very cute.”
Zhao Youlin replied to all of these compliments with a gentle smile and expressed her sincere gratitude to everyone. His heart exploded with pride, knowing that his son was able to captivate everyone.
The mother and son chatted cheerfully as they were on their way home. However, their carefree atmosphere was immediately shattered when he saw a black sedan parked in front of the neighborhood.
The people who got off the car were actually Li Hongyu and Zhao Shuncheng. One was Youlin's real father, while the other was his stepmother.
"Youlin, you're back!" Li Hongyu wrapped her hands around Zhao Youlin's elbow and glanced at the bag she was carrying.
Li Hongyu pretently shouted, “Oh, have you guys just returned from shopping?! Why are you carrying so many things? Why don't you ask someone to help you? Uncle Fu, come and help the oldest woman.” After Li Hongyu finished speaking, a middle-aged man passed by Zhao Shuncheng and Li Hongyu from behind.
However, he was quickly avoided by Zhao Youlin. Uncle Fu missed his goal. His hands were frozen in the air.
He looked at Zhao Youlin in confusion, and said, "Miss ..." Zhao Youlin ignored him.
He turned his head and looked at the two people leaning close to each other. He asked in a low voice, "What are you two doing here?"
Zhao Shuncheng had suppressed his anger. When he heard Zhao Youulin speak to him like this, he immediately burst into rage.
He ran over to Zhao Youlin and angrily reprimanded her, “What do you mean by this?! We are your elders, what is wrong with coming to visit you? Is this how you talk to your parents?!”
"Shuncheng, don't get angry," When Li Hongyu saw him getting angry, she hurriedly patted his chest and comforted him, "Youlin didn't mean that. He didn't expect us to come and visit him. He's just confused. Youlin, explain it to your father now. Don't make him angry.”