When she had completely left, Old Yang Head once again offered the red sugar buns to Yang Yongxian: "Come on, eat. Eighth Sister isn't here right now.","Has he not gone to sleep yet" Yang Yongxian asked, and immediately came to the bedside, sitting on one side, his gaze falling on the child, a tenderness in his eyes.,Yang Yongxian smiled, and with a finger that had been worn down by years of writing, lightly touched the child's delicate cheek.。