When Bianca came downstairs, she saw a little boy in a black suit, clinging to Aunt Cathy with tears streaming down his face. His small hands were tightly gripping Cathy's arm, and his delicate little fingers were taut with tension.
Bianca's bright eyes narrowed, and she carefully looked at the little boy. He seemed slightly taller than her. Though his face was buried in Aunt Cathy's embrace, his cool appearance in the black suit was still quite impressive.
At least, she hadn't seen any little boy as stylish as him in their school.
But no matter how stylish a man is, if he's crying, the image just doesn't look good!
Instantly, Bianca felt disdain for this little husband-to-be. She preferred strong men; those who cried easily wouldn't suffice. She'd have to protect him in the future. "Mommy, why is the little brother crying?"
While pondering this, the little girl changed the title in an instant from little husband to little brother!
