The three little eggs looked at the ajar door in confusion, then at their father, who was carefully tasting tea in the central room.
Yan Jiuchao opened the food box and handed them the candied hawthorn he had bought this morning. The three of them stood on their tiptoes and grabbed a stick of candied hawthorn each. They walked into the house and handed the candied hawthorn to Little Bruiser.
Uncle, don't cry.
Little Bruiser was still taken care of quite well in the Yu family. He was taller and stronger. He wasn't chubby and trembling, but strong.
Yu Wan patted his little head. "You'll be eight years old next year."
Little Bruiser buried his head in his sister's arms and was a little embarrassed. He was already a seven-year-old adult, but he was actually crying like this. It was really embarrassing…
