While Lu Mello was understanding his father's advice. Someone barged in the room.
"Brother Mello!" A little boy wearing a tiger onesie came running toward Lu Mello.
The boy looked like he was around four or five. He has ebony black wavy hair and amber eyes. He has an adoring face of an angel. He was white and soft like a rabbit. His rosy cheeks were chubby, tempting others to give him a pinch.
"Yangyang, why are you still awake?" Lu Mello asked as he caught his little brother in his arms.
"Mommy said that you're home!"
"They wanted to see you." Xia Meilin entered, carrying a three years old boy. Unlike the lively Lu Yangyang, Lu Tingxiao was quiet, but not out of painful shyness. It was a reservedness, like a conscious choice to observe the lie of the land before he got involved. Yet he wasn't stand-offish, he remained friendly faced and welcoming in body posture and he looked more like his father, with black hair and eyes.
