Song Tingfan nodded obediently and explained seriously, "Sis, I didn't bully him."
He paused for a moment, "I don't like him saying bad things about Sis, it makes me very angry."
No matter what others say about him, he can tolerate it, but not when it comes to Sis.
Sis is obviously so good.
Seeing his fiercely cute appearance, Lin Qiao couldn't help but pinch his nose bridge, "It's okay, let him talk, it won't hurt, go practice your writing, Sis will make lunch."
...
Lunch was made simply, since they were going to eat at the Lin Family's in the evening, there wasn't much cooked.
After finishing his calligraphy practice, Song Tingfan obediently trotted in and out of the kitchen, serving food, carrying dishes, fetching chopsticks.
Lin Qiao glanced at him, the young boy looked so obedient, the kind that would call "mommy" if given a little treat.
Seeing him place an extra bowl of rice before her, she stopped him, pushing it back, "Little Uncle, I can't eat that much."
