The next day, Song Jingtian yawned his way into the dining room, his mind just barely waking up when he saw Tang Li smiling at him from the table.
Such a kind expression, yet it sent alarm bells ringing in the little guy's heart.
He dawdled, barely perching half a butt on the edge of a chair.
"Where's big brother?" the little guy asked.
At that moment, Xiao Minglan was tending to several pots of flowers by the window.
Upon hearing her youngest son's question, she first teased, "Do you think your big brother is like you, sleeping until the sun shines on his butt to get up?"
Tang Li, who also slept until the sun shone on her butt to get up: "..."
Indeed—
Jumping to conclusions was the scariest thing.
Soon, Aunt Min brought up two breakfast servings.
The little guy grabbed a sandwich and ran off: "I'm going to check on Tiger Whip and Ah Xi!"
Once he finished speaking, he vanished.
Tang Li finished her milk and put down her fork: "I'll go check too."
