Tang Wenhuo followed closely behind, got out of the car, first glanced at the Zhang family's house, then turned his head to look at Little Milk Jin, who was sleeping so sweetly in Zhang Zhi's embrace.
"Before getting in the car, she was saying she'd be fully alert to protect Mom."
Tang Wenhuo couldn't help but chuckle softly.
He reached out and gently poked Little Milk Jin's cheek.
Irritated by the poke, the little one, immersed in the sweet scent of Mom, stretched out a hand in protest.
"Bullying your sister?"
"No, clearly, it's my sister who is grabbing me."
The big brother, already over 1.8 meters tall, was poking his five- or six-year-old sister's soft little cheek with his finger.
Meanwhile, the tiny little one, sleeping soundly, instinctively raised her little paws in an attempt to push away the annoying finger disturbing her dream.
It's bad enough not knowing anything because she's asleep.
But to also be falsely accused by her own older brother.
Poor little one.
