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This morning, Mo Xiaoxiao called the Xiao family's old mansion and asked Yang Ziying to come to the company to look after him. She would go to a meeting with Han Yong, and Miao Siqing would be able to identify the members of the Burning Sun family.

Yang Ziying was excited. Originally, Xiao Yuelin wanted to come as well, but he was afraid that he would cause a ruckus and make Mo Xiaoxiao feel disgusted.

Xiao Yuelin asked his wife to take a picture of his two grandsons. As he saw Yang Ziying leave the house in high spirits, he was immediately envious.

Xiao Yu who was still sleeping soundly seemed to have sensed something. His eyes, which were originally closed, slowly opened up a slit and moved his pitch-black eyeballs. After that, he closed his eyes and continued to sleep, but very quickly, he opened them again.

With that, his half-closed eyes completely opened, and he stared unwaveringly at Yang Ziying, waving her small hand.

"Good grandson, Grandma came to see you, baby." Yang Ziying looked at the cute grandson's face, which was almost exactly the same as her son's. Her eyes moistened as she hugged Xiao Xun and shouted, "Little baby, little baby, grandma is in pain!"

Xiao Xun looked at Yang Ziying, and a layer of mist suddenly gushed out of her round black eyes.

He opened his small mouth and cried. As he cried, his smooth and delicate skin started to grow white fur. Two sharp fangs were already emerging from his pink bed.

Yang Ziying's coaxing words were stuck in her throat as she stood there like a thunderbolt, unable to react. She could only watch as the little guy in her arms turned into something else, and the tears in Yang Ziying's eyes started to flow uncontrollably.

How could this be?

His son had only started acting up when he was seven or eight years old, but he was only a few days old when it came to his grandson!

Miao Siqing was watching from the side. When she saw Yang Ziying's expression, she knew that something had happened. Sure enough, that little rascal had once again turned mischievous and changed into another form.

Miao Siqing reached out to grab Shao Wandering from Yang Ziying and coaxed him as if he was a decent person.

She looked at the scene in front of her and looked at Yang Ziying's tears. She put down the documents in her hands and walked over to Yang Ziying's side and softly said, "Mom, don't worry. We will grow up well. He's great."

Yang Ziying wiped away the tears on her face and tried her best to give a smile to Mo Xiaoxiao. No wonder Xiao Meng Han didn't want anyone else, she had to do it silently.

When she first found out about her son's illness, she was so resentful towards the Xiao family. Looking at Mo Xiaoxiao's calm and strong attitude, Yang Ziying's heart was burning with passion. He suddenly felt that he had not been good enough as an mother-in-law.

"Xiao Yan, I've made you suffer."

"Mom, I didn't suffer. It wasn't me that was suffering, it was Meng Han." She was very grateful that Yang Ziying did not force her to ask why Xiao Menghan had disappeared. Instead, she did not ask any questions, nor did she give herself any pressure.

Yang Ziying looked at his grandson, who was in Miao Siqing's arms, and her eyes filled with envy. She wiped the tears off her face and tried to hug him.

Miao Siqing retreated a few steps, but after receiving a glance from Mo Xiaoxiao, he stood still and let Yang Ziying try to get closer to Xiao Xun, who was acting cute in his arms.

The little guy was currently grabbing Miao Shiqing's clothes with its small hands and putting them into its mouth. Its small mouth was pouting, and its pair of fangs were ferociously trying to bite Miao Siqing's clothes to practice its toughness.

Yang Ziying used her fingers to touch her grandson's small hand, but didn't turn her head. Instead, her teeth went towards Yang Ziying's fingers.

Without being aware of it, Yang Ziying bit her finger, and the pain was transmitted from her finger to Yang Ziying's brain.

Yang Ziying held in her shock and didn't say a word. She also didn't retract her finger.

Mo Xiaoxiao came over with a document and told Yang Ziying to go to the meeting, but she saw her son biting her finger without letting go. She quickly reached out her hand to pinch her son's chin to let him go.

Although the teeth were still small, they were very sharp.

Before each feeding, Mo Xiaoxiao had to tell her son not to bite her with her teeth, otherwise her breasts would have become an airport long ago.

Xiao Yunyou looked at Ye Mo innocently with a wronged expression, then slowly let go of Yang Ziying's finger.

There were two clear teeth marks on Yang Ziying's fingers. The bite marks were small but very deep, and were oozing blood.

Miao Siqing felt somewhat embarrassed. He had intended to let Xiao Xun bite her just now. It was just a spur of the moment. He hadn't expected him to bite her so viciously.

"It's fine, it's fine. The little guy's body will definitely be very strong in the future." Yang Ziying put down her finger in a hurry, afraid that Silent Xiao Ran would blame his grandson. She urged Silent Xiao Ran to go to the meeting and watch over her grandson.

Before he left, he asked Miao Siqing to hand his son over to Yang Ziying.

Miao Siqing reluctantly placed the little guy into Yang Ziying's arms. After that, she walked into a small cubicle in the office. He stood in front of a large screen and silently looked at the steward who had already appeared on it.

This was where Xiao Menghan had used to hold the video conference, so it was possible to clearly see every angle in the meeting room.

"Siqing, remember this." He held his phone. As long as Miao Shiqing recognized one of them, he would send a message telling him who it was. He decided to adapt to the situation.

Seeing Miao Shiqing's distracted look, Mo Xiaoxiao smacked him on the head with the folder in his hand. "If you dare to distract me, I'll come back and cut you into pieces."

"Violence, Xiao Ran, I appeal."

"Deny the appeal and uphold the verdict." After saying that, he closed the door, then nodded to Yang Ziying and walked out.

Han Yong politely said goodbye to Yang Ziying before leaving the office with Mo Xiaoxiao.

Only Yang Ziying and his grandson were left in the office. When she looked at her grandson's almost identical face and his long white fur, Yang Ziying's eyes turned red again.

The little guy struggled, but his strength was not as strong as Yang Ziying's. He screamed and clenched his small hands into fists, waving them at Yang Ziying.

"Call me grandma. Little You, I'm grandma." Yang Ziying said softly, afraid that her grandson would be frightened by the loud voice.

She carried her grandson to the sofa and took out a rattle drum from her bag, shaking it in front of her grandson. This was the rattle she used to play when she was little.

The drum was still very new, and Yang Ziying had always kept it well.

She had preserved the things that Xiao Menghan had left behind when she was young, because she relied on these things to support her. She had kept these things hidden from her father-in-law and Xiao Yuelin, because Yang Ziying understood her father-in-law's powerful methods very well.

Xiao showed great interest in the little rattle, always holding it with his small hands, but he was always unable to hold it, so he later bit it with his little teeth.

Yang Ziying was afraid that the two balls swinging back and forth on the side of the drum would hurt her grandson, so he didn't dare to let him catch them.

Xiao Xun was anxious and howled at Yang Ziying, but his voice was filled with vigor.

Yang Ziying's hand trembled, but she didn't continue to lift the drum. Xiao Yunyou took the opportunity to hurriedly grab the handle of the drum with her small hand and put it into his mouth, ready to bite it.