Zhao Bin sat at home, with Xia Ling on his left, and on his right hand on anoin. This life was not pleasant, although there was piggy page on TV, but it did not interfere with the happiness of the family.

"Dad, why are you holding Sister Xia Ling?"

"Cough, later called Aunt Xia Ling, although you Aunt Xia Ling young, beautiful, generous, but not messy generation!"

"Hum, you're smart."

Xia Ling smiled, picked up the grapes on the table, fed one to Zhao Bin and another to Anno.

"I don't! Sister Xia Ling is her sister. Why do you hold her?

"I also hold you, so naturally I also...