"Besides, Feng Shui Metaphysics, do you hear how unbelievable your words sound?" Tang Yan was still squatting in front of the two little ones.
"After I go to university, I won't be at home as often as I am now, so you'll have to listen to your cousin. She would never harm you." Tang Micheng had said all the good and bad things, but it was just this kind of mysterious stuff that he wouldn't believe without experiencing it himself.
The chubby boy's face was still damp, and he was so angry that his face turned red.
Tang Jin, on the other hand, had not spoken. She tilted her round little head, taking small steps toward Tang Yan.
The sun was fierce.
Because of her Little Baldy's distinct appearance, Tang Jin's small movements were quite noticeable.
Tang Yan thought about the words Wei Yihan had said to him.
So young, and yet sent off to the Taoist temple, she learned a mouthful of lies.
She was indeed very cute, which meant all the more reason to correct her properly.
