The little guy’s face was red, as if he had been caught doing something age-inappropriate.
Then he jumped off the sofa, ran over to turn off the stereo with only his cotton socks on, and glanced sideways at Tang Li: "Why didn’t you call me before coming over?"
Tang Li glanced at the television screen: "If I had notified you first, I definitely wouldn’t have heard you singing."
"..." Song Jingtian hummed, looking a bit awkward: "If it wasn’t a school requirement, I wouldn’t sing such childish nursery rhymes."
"Are you going to participate in the Top Ten Singers competition?" Tang Li asked him.
The little guy rolled his eyes.
Tang Li picked up a cushion and sat down on the sofa: "Could it be Super New Voice?"
His response was Song Jingtian’s humming.
Tang Li reached out and pinched his soft cheek, Little Carrot Head wouldn’t take that lying down, promptly pinching her back and clamoring: "Little missy, you’ve eaten the hearts of bears and leopards!"
Xiao Minglan pushed the door open and came in, Song Jingtian stood barefoot on the carpet, his chubby hands each grabbing a cartoon cotton sock, swinging left and right, continuously calling out to Tang Li: "Watch my Shadowless Divine Palm!"
Just about to speak to stop her son, a cushion flew towards Song Jingtian.
The little guy was overwhelmed and landed on his bottom.
Just as Tang Li was about to pick up the stinky sock to tease Song Jingtian, she noticed someone at the door, her "revenge" halted, she grabbed Song Jingtian’s little chubby white feet, putting socks on him: "Even though it’s already summer, you can’t always be barefoot, it’s easy to catch a cold."
By the time she put socks on Song Jingtian, Xiao Minglan had already come in.
Xiao Minglan didn’t mention what she saw, only saying: "Isn’t it time for tutoring? Why are you still wasting time here?"
"Going right now!" Song Jingtian helped Tang Li pick up the backpack from the sofa.
Xiao Minglan watched her son pull Tang Li away, and when they reached the door, she reminded them: "Jingtian, don’t bully your—"
She paused on Tang Li’s appellation, then continued: "Don’t bully your big brother’s friend."
The little guy responded thoughtlessly and pushed Tang Li out.
Song Jingtian took Tang Li to the library.
"It’s the President’s library, it can also be used as a lounge." Song Jingtian opened the door, dashed in familiarly, turned on the desk lamp at the corner, and kneeled on the sofa stool: "But now it’s my study." ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ novel•fire.net
Saying this, his little face was full of pride.
Tang Li surveyed the elegantly decorated room, walked around, then found a thick copy of Grimm’s Fairy Tales on another sofa chair.
She picked up the book, it was an original English version.
"Oh, who left the book here?"
Song Jingtian had already come over, climbing up Tang Li’s wrist wanting to see: "I didn’t know about this, let me see, what book is it?"
Tang Li asked him: "Is your big brother downstairs?"
The little guy gave her a sideways glance.
"Never mind then." Tang Li continued looking at the book in her hand.
Song Jingtian walked to the window, pulled open the blinds, pouted reluctantly looking toward Tang Li: "My big brother is down on the lawn talking and walking with someone, if you want to see, hurry up, don’t wait until it’s too late."
Tang Li put down the book and walked over.
When she stood at the window and looked down, across a moderate distance, she indeed saw Song Baiyan with his hands behind his back standing next to another middle-aged man, shirt crisp, and suddenly, as if he sensed something, he turned his head looking toward the second floor.
Taking advantage of Song Jingtian’s inattention, Tang Li blew a kiss out.