"So it's settled, on New Year's Eve, I'll have the driver pick you up."
"Okay."
...
As soon as Ming Mei got in the car, she saw Yousheng letting Tongtong rest against him. He was holding Tongtong, and they looked like childhood friends, truly... heartwarming.
Ming Mei touched her nose, "Is she asleep?"
Yousheng gently touched Tongtong's head; her temperature had come down. He sighed with relief, "Yes, she's asleep again."
Ming Mei reached out and tapped Yousheng on the forehead, "Kid, not bad, you know how to care for people now."
Yousheng blushed, "I... It's because... Tongtong got sick because of me, so..."
Ming Mei teased him, "Really? If that's the case, then forget it. Come on, let me hold Tongtong. You two aren't too little anymore; holding a little girl like that isn't proper."
Yousheng quickly said, "Mom, Mom, let me do it. A cold is contagious, and I have a strong immunity, I won't get sick. But if you catch it, Dad will be so worried."
