"Sister," Little Tuanzi howled, trying his best to make his presence felt.
"Hey, Little One, don't wriggle about, or if you fall, I'm not responsible," Little Tuanzi kept fluttering, almost causing Feng Yi to lose his grip.
Ye Jiuliang chuckled lightly, "Feng Yi, just put him down."
Once his little short legs hit the ground, Little Tuanzi climbed up the sofa, his round belly quivering comically.
"Sister," Little Tuanzi called out in a glutinous voice, glancing at Li Mochan while inching toward Ye Jiuliang's embrace.
Ye Jiuliang couldn't help but smile and reached out to hold him in her arms.
She poked Little Tuanzi's chubby cheek, "Little Fatty, do you want to play a game?"
"Yes," Little Tuanzi's blue eyes grew round with anticipation.
"The phone is with your brother, so you ask him for it," Ye Jiuliang coaxed.
Ask the big baddie?
Little Tuanzi's watery blue eyes dimmed, and his pink lips were pressed together, showing a hint of hesitation.
