Half a minute passed.
Tang Qing looked at Qin Shiqi, who was hugging the pink bear without letting go, and was at a loss whether to laugh or to cry. At least let me come in through the door, he thought.
"Shiqi, that's enough, let me in. The bear isn't going anywhere."
Tang Qing suggested, pushing the pink bear in Qin Shiqi's arms, but why did his words sound so familiar?
"No way, I want to hug it a little longer." Qin Shiqi clung to the bear with a blissful expression, her eyes squinted shut. The only thing missing was a happy tune playing in the background.
"…"
Tang Qing didn't bother arguing, he let go of the two fingers clutching the bag with the pink bear in it and sidestepped into the room. He muttered, "Shiyu, here's yours," handing over a white bear to Qin Shiyu, who had been waiting expectantly.
"Thank you, cousin."
