"Xiao Yan, where are you? Where is my home?"
Xiao Xiaoang looked up at Xiao Yan, then, ignoring Xiao Yan's reaction, he pulled him out, looking around, "If they won't take us, we'll find it ourselves!"
The little fellow's hand was icy cold, and his palm was sweaty. As Xiao Yan took a closer look, he noticed the little guy's hands were red and purple, as if... frostbitten.
He hurriedly grabbed Xiao Xiaoang, squatted down, pulled over his small hand, and frowned as he carefully examined it,
"What's wrong with your hand?"
"It's nothing!"
Xiao Xiaoang shook his head, not feeling that the frostbite was a big deal.
However, Xiao Yan was a bit paranoid. He quickly stood up, turned to Yin Shixiu, and asked sternly,
"How did his hand get frostbitten? How did you take care of him?!"
Yin Shixiu looked at him calmly with cold eyes and slightly parted thin lips,
