Little Milk Bun also hung her little head low, grasping one of Tang Wenyu's fingers with her hand, looking oh-so obedient and cute.
The police couldn't say much in the face of the siblings' demeanor.
"When will your family come to pick you up?"
It was then that someone gently knocked on the door.
A tall man stood at the door, dressed in a black shirt and a deep blue tie, clearly having rushed over from the company.
At that moment, Tang Wenhuo's face, which was usually graced with a gentle smile, was devoid of laughter. He looked around the room, and upon seeing his younger siblings, he stepped in.
"I am their guardian."
***
Upon leaving the police station, Jinjin had been transferred from Tang Wenyu's hand into Tang Wenhuo's.
Zhang Jinfan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
Even though he was two years Tang Wenhuo's senior, at that moment, confronted with Tang Wenhuo's expression, he found himself somewhat at a loss for words.
