"But their daddy is your daddy's nephew," Ye Zhantian added. "So from that angle, they should be your cousins."
"Uh..." Xiaofeng was dizzy from his explanation, "So are they my sisters or my cousins?"
"Whichever," Ye Zhantian gave up trying to figure it out, "Whatever you like is what they are."
"I like sisters." Xiaofeng tilted his little head, saying earnestly, "I've always wanted brothers and sisters, but you wouldn't have any, hmph!"
"Haha..." Ye Zhantian laughed, "We'll have one for you once your mommy is better."
"That's great!" Xiaofeng cheered happily, "Then I'll have a kindergarten-aged brother or sister!"
"Haha..."
...
That evening, father and son dressed in suits and holding flowers, went to the airport to pick up Di Zhifeng.
Di Zhifeng saw them from afar and ran over excitedly.
"Slow down, you're still hurt, no one's going to take them away from you."
