"Then it depends on whether you can resist his temptation."
This overly forward mother made even the very clever Lingxin feel like he was on the verge of pulling his hair out.
Little Mingli sat in front of his brother's bed, holding his own little chin with both hands. His small eyes gleamed with a smile, and his little eyebrows were arched, as if he found his brother's current tangled expression particularly amusing.
Lingxin pushed away his brother's gloating little face and said to the mother on the other end: "I understand, I'll make a good decision." After hanging up the phone, he turned to Tang Sili: "I'm going to the hospital."
Tang Sili nodded: "Alright, I'll have someone prepare a room, and in a bit, I'll take a car to accompany you over."
"I want to go too!" Mingli raised his little hand high.
