Seeing his two young siblings, Xiao Huai'an smiled broadly, walked up, and picked up Pengpeng in his arms, laughing as he said, "Pengpeng, do you still remember your brother?"
Logically, a year ago when he left home, Pengpeng and Little Tiger were just one year old and shouldn't have had much impression of this brother.
But perhaps blood is thicker than water, Pengpeng, suddenly picked up by this unfamiliar brother, just tilted his head and looked at him for a while before giggling aloud, reaching out his chubby little hands for Xiao Huai'an to hold, and babbling, "Wow! Brother, brother... nice... hug!"
Seeing this, Little Tiger quickly ran over too, wrapped his arms around Xiao Huai'an's leg, and stubbornly shouted, "Brother, hug! Brother, hug!"
He pouted his little mouth, looking like an unhappy baby who felt neglected.
