Little wobbled on the coffee table, chin resting on her hand, "chirp, chirp" teasing the little bird, hence Baby boy directly named the little bird Chirp.
Baby boy and Little filled a small cup with water and bread crumbs. Chirp only drank a little water; probably because it felt much better after its wound had been treated, and now it was dozing off in the goldfish bowl.
The siblings lay by the edge of the coffee table for a long time, watching until the little bird fell asleep with its head tilted, and then they ran off to play.
Even so, the two little brats kept running back every once in a while to check on the little bird, their concern so intense that it amused Yun Bo, who had long lost his childlike innocence.
"Baby, shall we take Chirp back with us when we return to our country?"
Yan Bo had obviously made that suggestion in jest, as he reckoned the small creature wouldn't even make it onto a plane.
Without thinking, Baby boy vigorously shook his head, "No good!"
