Tang Zhijun arrived just in time to see Tang Zhinian holding Tang Yuxin, with a grim expression on his face.
"Bro, what's wrong?" He took Tang Yuxin from Tang Zhinian's arms, and touched her little face, wondering why they had woken her when she was perfectly fine. Tang Yuxin, with her big eyes the color of black grapes,' looked as innocent and confused as ever.
Did they imagine we brought home something? They snatched the blankets, nearly freezing poor Xinxin.
As Tang Zhinian spoke, his voice filled with a hint of annoyance.
It's a good thing we didn't buy a TV, or who knows what they'd be saying about us?
Does it mean our family is destitute and that we can't have any money? Do we have to live a meager life, barely getting by?
Tang Zhinian then carefully laid Tang Yuxin in the tricycle, "Bro, let's go, let's go home, it's getting cold."
