Tang Wenhuo had an online meeting, so after leaving Tang Wenyu's room, he went to the study.
At this moment, on the stairs, the two of similar ages made eye contact.
Looking at each other's lazy dispositions, unwilling to even walk properly.
Tang Yan casually set down his cup.
"If you can't hold her, I'll do it."
His gaze landed on the little one in Tang Wenyu's arms.
Not being Little Bun's own brother and with his busy third year of high school, plus Little Bun's many activities, their meetings were frequent, but chances to actually hold the little one were rare.
The indolent Tang Wenyu adjusted his hold on Tang Jin.
He tugged at the corner of his lips.
What's going on.
Planning to snatch your sister now?
You want a sister, go ask your mom to give birth to one, don't snatch the one I'm holding.
"It's not tiring, no need, I'm taking Jinjin to eat now. Jinjin wanted me to feed her this morning, right?"
"Actually, I can eat by myself."
