Outside the courtyard stood a small boy, less than a meter tall, looking about three years old, with a round face and big eyes. He was as delicate as a porcelain doll, wearing a black robe that seemed a bit too loose, looking like a child who had sneaked into an adult's clothing.
The boy had short black hair, but it appeared as if it had been chewed by a dog. When he glanced over with his dark eyes, there was an unexpectedly profound aura about him.
The two children stared at each other.
With just one glance, the problem was apparent.
Tuanzi was taller than the boy.
The little boy immediately pulled a long face, but Tuanzi cheerfully stepped forward and hugged him, "Oh my, where did this little brother come from? So cute!"
With a little force, she lifted the boy and started walking inside.
"You're so cute, stay and be Miaomiao's little brother."
