Old Master Situ's eyes glanced at the modern history book on the little bed and thought of how Situ Xin had looked so interested before, but it seemed she had discarded it long ago. Knowing that children often have short attention spans, he didn't take it to heart. He just thought he would pick up the book later on—after all, it was part of his collection.
As Old Master Situ was carrying Situ Xin downstairs, Situ Che and Situ Jin were sitting on the living room sofa watching television. At that time, there weren't many TV programs available, and even the cartoons were just the few domestic ones.
"Look, TV." Situ Xin directed Old Master Situ to take her to the sofa, and when Situ Che and Situ Jin heard Situ Xin's voice, they hurriedly shifted their gaze from the TV. "Xiao Xin." Situ Che's face softened immediately upon seeing Situ Xin.
"Brother Che." Situ Xin greeted Situ Che with a radiant smile. "Hold." With that, Situ Xin stretched out her arms toward Situ Che.
