"Come, let Aunt hold you."
Xiong Liqing stepped forward and picked up Tiantian.
"Oh, the little guy is heavy."
Siniang laughed, "Of course, he's been solid since young."
Tiantian was being held by Xiong Liqing, and he was not shy at all, laughing "hehehe" actively.
"Whoosh!"
A red shadow darted over.
Siniang's gaze intensified, and she said directly, "Mo Wan!"
The shadow stopped and hovered.
Tiantian turned his head and saw that stone, and his smile grew even brighter. He actively wriggled free from Xiong Liqing's arms. Xiong Liqing was already holding him with difficulty, and as he wriggled free, he fell directly from her embrace.
But Mo Wan directly caught Tiantian, bringing him down to the steps.
"Sister, sister, sister."
Tiantian shouted at Mo Wan.
Because, when he was little, Mo Wan often emitted this sound by his side, the first thing he learned was this. After several months, Tiantian's pronunciation had become even more standard.
