Lao Yang pushed the red sugar steamed bun into Yang Yongxian's hand without a word.,Yang Yongxian's heart tightened, he was so nervous that he almost choked. He sat there and coughed violently for a while, coughing so hard that his waist bent over.,Yang Yongxian smiled, and with a finger that had been worn down by years of writing, lightly touched the child's delicate cheek.。