Approaching evening, Shang Yin's birthday presents had mostly been opened.
The little guy was boisterous all day, then fell asleep shortly after.
Duan Shuyuan tucked him in, glancing at the White Tiger lying by the bed, "Uh, Xiao Bai, don't run around, keep watch over Yi Bao."
The White Tiger licked its paw indifferently, Duan Shuyuan watched for a moment, then left the room, turning back frequently.
The White Tiger kept growing bigger and looking fierce, but it seemed a bit dim, as if it couldn't understand human words.
Downstairs, Li Qiao sat beside Zong Yue, chatting in low tones, while Mo Jue held his phone, showing his sketches to Nan Xin like a treasure.
The men were absent, Duan Shuyuan glanced around and saw Li San and Shang Yu smoking in a pavilion outside the courtyard, where the others went was unknown.
"Mom, where's Yi Bao?" Zong Yue asked.
"Asleep," Duan Shuyuan sat down and sipped tea, rubbing her elbow, "Where did your dad go?"
