Yangyang had been comfortably nestled in his sister's arms, but he was suddenly passed into someone else's chilly embrace. His lips had just started to pucker up to cry when he saw Sister Xiao Tao's face.
During her time with the Wen Family, Xiao Tao had played with the little guy every day, so they were very close.
Yangyang looked back at his sister and saw her holding a little girl who was nearly frozen stiff. He seemed to understand what was going on, held back the tears that were about to fall, found a comfortable spot in Sister Xiao Tao's arms, and went back to sleep.
'It might be a little cold, but at least Sister Xiao Tao's embrace is much softer.'
If Tang Mo knew her two-year-old brother was already critiquing her figure, there's no telling what would go through her mind.
Lin Yu's heart warmed at Tang Mo's actions. As he watched his only sister's complexion gradually improve in Tang Mo's arms, his resolve to follow her to the death became even firmer.
