Picking someone up?
Du Yushan was taken aback. He looked at his two sons, momentarily unsure which one Jiang Qingli had come to pick up.
The girl walked steadily toward the two brothers.
Yuan Shimo, who was standing on the outside, lowered his gaze and instinctively pulled his leg back to make way for her.
But a second later, the pair of canvas shoes in his line of sight stopped right in front of him.
Yuan Shimo's breath hitched. He raised his eyes in surprise, looking at the girl standing before him.
"Are you hiding from me?" Jiang Qingli bent down to look at him. "You don't want me to pick you up?"
She blinked, her long, curly lashes fluttering. Her bright almond eyes, wide with curiosity, made her look like a soft, white-furred kitten, utterly unaware of how adorable she was.
His heart seemed to beat a little faster. Yuan Shimo opened his mouth. "No…"
"Of course not!" Du Yushan's voice suddenly cut in, interrupting Yuan Shimo.
