The siblings turned their heads in unison to look.
Apart from the two of them, there was only an auntie tidying up in the kitchen. Tang Wenyu's brows furrowed slightly, showing a trace of irritation.
He had Little Bun encircled in front of him, wearing only a coffee-colored sweatshirt, with the sole cuff rolled up to the elbow, exposing his fair forearm and slender wrist, casually propping up his chin.
The whole person was lazy and quiet, like a little fox just waking up from sleep, squinting those half-drunk, half-sober fox eyes, covering himself in a bit of glamour.
Now, this leisurely environment with his sister was being disturbed; he reached out and wrapped an arm around Tang Jin's chubby waist, pulling her slightly towards him and decisively lifting the five or six-year-old into his embrace, reaching for the phone.
The call was coming from the security guard at the gate.
