"Talking about Feng Shui Metaphysics again, do you even listen to yourself? Where's the convincing part in that?"
Tang Yan was still squatting in front of the two little ones.
"Later, when I go to university, I won't be at home as often as now, so you'll have to listen to your older cousin. She wouldn't harm you."
Tang Micheng had said everything, good and bad, but it was precisely these mysterious things he wouldn't believe until he experienced them himself.
The chubby boy's face still had traces of moisture, and he was so angry that his face turned red.
Tang Jin, on the other hand, had been silent the whole time, tilting her round little head and, step by step, moving closer to Tang Yan.
The sun was scorching.
Tang Jin's little movements were quite noticeable due to her little bald head.
Tang Yan thought about the words Wei Yihan had spoken to him.
Such a young age to be sent off to the Taoist temple, and to have learned a mouthful of deceitful words.