That year, the winter was very cold. When Xiong saw Yao for the first time, the snow had just melted and it was very cold.
"Uuuuuuuu~" Yao hid in her mother's arms and poked her little head out, looking at the little boy who was wailing in front of her. The old man holding the boy coaxed the boy, "Xiong, look, the lady is looking at you!" Xiong, who was still crying a second ago, seemed to have changed his temper. He immediately stopped crying and turned to look at Yao who was hiding in his mother's arms. The next second Xiong jumped to the ground, rushed into his father's auto repair shop, picked up a handful of plum blossoms, and rushed towards his sister on the side. I just kicked and hit my sister. Fortunately, it was just a child's farce. Yao Dai stood two meters away and watched. Later, the old man hugged the boy and left.