The five-year-old Dan Tingye was already taller than children of his age, dressed in a white shirt and black jacket, exuding an extraordinary aura of handsomeness.
His face was alluring, with deep features carefully sculpted by the hand of God.
The natural nobility in his aura made him appear like a king wherever he went.
His cold demeanor was reminiscent of Dan Hanjie, with a hint of cunning in his eyes, along with a touch of slyness.
The surrounding children saw him appear and quickly made way for him.
Dan Tingye swiftly stepped forward, leveraging his height advantage to easily snatch Yu Xin's drawing paper from the chubby boy and returned it to her side.
"Don't cry, Meimei. With your brother here, no one can bully you."
"Tingye brother..."
The always well-behaved and sensible Meimei suddenly threw herself into his arms, crying out loud.
"I'm not an orphan, I have a dad... Tang Ming is a bad kid, he took my drawing and called me an orphan..."
