Song Jingtian had already hopped off the chair, holding his dish of penne and walked over to Tang Li while eating. He glanced out of the floor-to-ceiling window, then looked askance at Tang Li and asked, "What did you say to my brother in the kitchen?"
Tang Li withdrew her gaze and pulled back the thick curtains.
Entering the bathroom to freshen up, the little guy followed, babbling, "Even though we've come to Shangbu, my brother's quite busy with work, so we should try not to disturb him too much."
"We shouldn't disturb him indeed, so—" Tang Li turned her head to look at Song Jingtian with sauce at the corner of his mouth and seriously asked him, "As a younger brother, should you, Song Jingtian, who moved his March birthday to October to celebrate, set a good example?"
Upon hearing this, the little guy's ears instantly turned red.
Seeing his guilty look, Tang Li had guessed that Song Jingtian just wanted to play in Shangbu, using his older brother's name as an excuse.
