"Tired, aren't you? Come over and rest."
Seeing Kang Li lingering with Allen, Jiang Boya spoke up at just the right moment, pulling Kang Li's attention to himself: "Didn't you hear what your dad said?"
Pretending to be aggrieved, waiting until Kang Li walked over, Jiang Boya's brows and eyes lit up with a smile, clearly in an exceptionally good mood.
But as Kang Li came closer, Jiang Boya glanced at the hand Kang Li was holding Allen with, and said, seemingly offhand: "He's already so grown, it's not like he can't walk; why do you need to hold his hand?"
Hearing that, Kang Li was first stunned, then found it amusing: "No matter how old Allen gets, he's still not older than me. Besides, I like holding my little brother's hand—isn't that allowed?"
Jiang Boya was at a loss: "Dad... Dad didn't say it's not allowed."
Kang Li raised her eyebrows: "Then what do you mean?"
"Alright, alright, Dad won't say anything else, okay? If you want to hold his hand, go ahead."
