As Su Li snickered, Little Tang Mo's face flushed an even deeper shade of red, his eyes filled with exasperation.
'Mom is usually the best,' he thought, 'but at times like this... I just can't deal with it.'
Little Tang Mo avoided looking at Su Li's excited, eager eyes. Sighing to himself, he reached out to take Little Tongtong's hand.
"Let's go."
"A ki—" Little Tongtong started, dissatisfied. Before she could finish, Little Tang Mo, unable to bear it any longer, clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Take that back," Little Tang Mo said, pulling her by the hand toward the stairs.
"He's getting shy, he's getting shy..." came the muttered whispers from Su Li and Tongtong's mother. Little Tang Mo sighed in exasperation.
Holding his little son, Tongtong's father watched Little Tongtong and Little Tang Mo with a truly complicated expression on his face.
