He had been eagerly waiting for someone to arrive.
Now that Tang Jin was actually before him, Tang Meng couldn't help feeling a bit uneasy.
The delicate boy's silvery-grey hair was pressed down by a hat, with only a strand or two peeking out from beneath the brim.
"Brother, Jinjin, Cheng Cheng, this is Fan Xun, right?"
Tang Meng offered a friendly smile.
Tang Wenhuo had already noticed the bright eyes of the little pretty face enthusiast in his arms, and after a brief hesitation, he passed over the little one.
"Want a hug?"
Tang Meng instinctively reached out to catch Little Milk Bun as soon as he saw that beautiful little face.
Yet Tang Jin was quicker to cling tightly around Tang Wenhuo's neck.
Tang Wenhuo paused—could it be that his little one was actually shy with strangers?
Before he could dwell on that thought, he realized he was overthinking it as Tang Jin spoke up from beside him.
"Brother's hand is hurt, so he can't give hugs."
