Xiao Ahling stood up and said to Zhuofan, "You think about it, I'm going to accompany my brother, suit yourself."
Xiao Ahling quickly walked towards the stairs.
Zhuofan looked in the direction Xiao Ahling left, a handsome boy who looked about three or four years old was holding the railing, leaning over, with a tilted little head, blinking his big dark eyes, curiously watching him.
Xiao Ahling quickly walked over and held his hand, "On the stairs, stand straight and don't lean over like that, you'll fall."
"Okay, brother," Xiao Ah Wan held Xiao Ahling's hand and went upstairs together, "Brother, why is there another kid at our house?"
Xiao Ahling: "… That's a big brother, not a little friend."
Xiao Ah Wan said: "Anyone younger than Brother Ah Wei is a little friend."
Xiao Ahling: "…"
What kind of logic is that?
"Brother, you can't like other little friends," Xiao Ah Wan said, "You have to only like me, Xiao Ah Wan, as your little friend."
