"Speaking of birthdays, I just remembered, Little'un's birthday should also be around these days, right?"
As Shitou turned his head away, he suddenly slapped his thigh and, like a close friend, put his arm around Lin Yixuan's shoulder.
"I'm not Little'un!"
Lin Yixuan's face turned dark instantly, pushing him away irritably.
"Ow, Little'un has become bolder lately, daring to contradict your Brother Shi."
Shitou looked delighted and continued joking with a thick-skinned face.
"Really?"
Lin Jinpeng heard his chattering and looked over curiously: "Is Yixuan's birthday coming up soon?"
"Yes! The little one is growing up, almost ten years old now."
A teasing smile appeared on Lin Jinlong's face: "I remember when we first traveled with our sister, he was only eight years old, not as tall as Mengzi. Now, he's almost caught up with Shitou."
"Heh, that's just because Shitou is short, like Baoya, only growing a shrewd mind but not height."
