"Brother Meng? Xuan'er? Why are you guys at the academy?"
Su Qingluo looked over at the sound of Little Prince's shouting, saw the familiar figures—an adult and a child—waiting outside the academy, and couldn't help but feel delighted, running towards them.
"Xuan'er missed you and insisted on coming to pick you up at the academy. Your mother had no choice but to let me carry him here."
Wang Meng held Little Prince's delicate body carefully, afraid to use too much force, lest he break his little arms and legs accidentally.
"Sister, hug."
Upon seeing Su Qingluo, Little Prince immediately stretched out his little arms, acting spoiled and cute for a hug.
Li Xiu'e, worrying that he would catch a cold from the chilly wind, had bundled him up like a little dumpling with a hat and scarf, leaving only a pair of bright eyes exposed.
Su Qingluo took the little dumpling, weighed him, and smiled wryly to herself.
"Wow, boss, your brother is 10 years old? So tall!"
