Wen Xian frowned as she looked over, not knowing what she saw from this angle through the wide-open courtyard gate, she suddenly froze.
As the person outside approached closer, Wen Xian still had a cigarette pinched between the tips of her fingers, and the corner of her eye twitched subtly.
The person coming from outside was none other than Ama and... should be her son.
Wen Xian narrowed her eyes slightly, staring from afar at the sturdy little chub bouncing toward her––
Damn.
She tugged the corner of her lip lightly, unable to help but press her hand to her forehead in amusement.
It seemed she hadn't been completely wrong just now; not only did the young men of the Tibetan Area look robust and imposing, but this little bud was also quite solid.
However, there was no need to sit anymore.
After all, he's still young.
Lu Xiao walked out from inside.
It was the weekend, and he appeared to finally have some free time after a busy week.
