Tang Yu held Xiaobai's little hand, asking him to sit properly. She was like pulling up Miaomiao because she was the one who grew up being "pulled up," understanding that without putting in the effort now, one would never reach the desired place.
Xiaobai was very well-behaved, his memory exceptionally good. He might not understand these things now, but he would remember them in his mind. If asked later, he could quickly recall them.
"Mommy, Xiaobai wants to go sleepy."
Xiaobai rubbed his eyes, ready to go to bed.
Tang Yuxin glanced at the time; it was precisely noon, the time for their daily nap—a habit for both Dabai and Xiaobai, no matter the place, they could always sleep.
"Okay, good, Mommy will take you to sleep."
She picked up Xiaobai and carried him to the room, then pulled the blanket over him, letting him sleep. Xiaobai rubbed his eyes again and soon fell asleep.
"What, is he asleep?"
Tang Zhinian came in holding Dabai, who was already sleeping on his shoulder.
