Song Yi laughed: "According to what you're saying, if he doesn't cover for me, he's going to leave me in the future?"
Tang Si narrowed his eyes slightly, glanced at the little guy, snorted with a smile, his voice carrying a faint coldness: "He wouldn't dare."
"I'd break his legs."
"Your son just picked you when drawing lots."
Tang Si: "That still can't be a reason for his outrageous behavior."
Song Yi said lightly: "You are really rational."
"Need to take the son back up the mountain for New Year." Song Yi: "Find him some thick clothes."
The little guy is already seven months old and can start to fuss.
Tang Si nodded, "I'll go upstairs to check."
...
On this day, it started snowing outside.
Song Yi got up from the bed and nudged Tang Si: "Get up quickly, we need to go up first, Grandpa and Grandma are waiting for us for the reunion dinner."
"Wait until the snow accumulates, the road gets slippery, and it's hard to drive."
