As they were just about to part ways, Su Yanjing, who had remained silent, suddenly stepped forward, took off the doll from his neck along with another one he had just fixed up on the car, and tied them to the swaddling clothes of Huaixi baby, whispering, "A gift for the child."
Su Jiameng was slightly dazed, not understanding what this gesture meant, and was about to ask when Su Yanjing already slung his backpack over his shoulder, patted Su Lu on the shoulder, and said coldly, "Don't dawdle, back to school!"
Su Lu, dissatisfied, retorted as they walked, "Xiao Jing, this is too much, I'm the elder, you should respect your elders and cherish the young!"
Su Yanjing ignored him, merely snorting lightly, a tiny reaction that made Su Lu bristle with anger. Watching their departing figures, Su Jiameng seemed lost in thought until Changxi remarked, "These two dolls are really well-made."
