The little sister looked on for a while, pouted, and with a stretch of her small hand, she pushed her brother onto the bed. Only then did she break into happy laughter, seeing her brother lying there.
"Wife, in the future, our son will be completely under our daughter's thumb." He said, embracing his wife, watching the rosy-cheeked children in front of him.
Feng Xuxu furrowed her brows, "What do you mean?"
"Look, the brother is being bullied by the sister and he isn't even frowning. Instead, he's happily playing along with her."
Feng Xuxu rolled her eyes, "They are still young, they don't know anything."
"No, wife, take a closer look. Haven't you noticed that Qiqi is intentionally letting his sister have her way?"
Half-convinced, Feng Xuxu watched for a good while and saw that no matter how the sister teased her brother, he just giggled along. Still not convinced that a seven-month-old baby could be so clever, she called Xiaobai over, "You go, make Yueyue cry."