Tang Wenhuo was originally holding this little soft munchkin, quite taken with her, playing the 'parent-child game' where you squeeze my hand, I squeeze your little chubby hand.
At the same time, he was mocking his own irritable and off-the-hook old man.
Suddenly, hearing such a statement, he was surprised.
"How does Little Jin Jin know that brother has a party tonight?"
Little Milk Jin was still tilting her little head up, raising her own little hands, "Jinjin saw that brother is going out tonight, and there are several people."
In Shendu, similar to the Tang Family's wealthy clans, Tang Wenhuo had quite a few peers, brothers who grew up together.
Every once in a while, they would have a small gathering.
He had been thinking of sending this little one back to be put to sleep before relaxing with those guys.
Their occasional gatherings were no secret to many.
