After a while, Lin An and Lin Ping were done playing and came down. Lin Qiao reached out for Song Tingfan's arm, blinked and said, "Little Uncle, sit."
Seizing the chance to appease him, she did it as much as possible, hoping to make him dizzy with joy.
Song Tingfan stared at her blankly, taking a while to react. He bashfully shook his head and said, "Madam, I won't play."
He was already twelve years old, a young man, and swings were for kids.
"Little Uncle, be good, play for a while."
After Lin Qiao waited for him to sit down, she gently pushed him. Seeing the young boy turning his head to stare at her in a daze, she gave him a warm smile.
She secretly clicked her tongue twice, feeling that the image of a good sister-in-law had been reinforced at least a bit more.
However, with that smile, Song Tingfan's heart was pounding wildly, almost as if it would leap out.
Excitement, joy, and a hint of indescribable emotion stirred within him.
