He Had Prayed for a Heavy Snowfall

At that, Xu Wan looked a little displeased. She toyed with her long, beautiful fingers, her curled eyelashes quivering slightly. "Shouldn't Little Xing catch up with his mother first?"

"Mom, don't rush. We have plenty of time. I'll take my little brother to his room. If you're tired, you should go back and rest, too." Fang Xiao certainly had the air of someone in charge—at least when it came to power.

His dark eyes rested on Xu Wan, and she said no more. She simply studied Yu Xing from head to toe with a greedy gaze.

Meeting Yu Xing's look of disgust, Xu Wan acted as if she hadn't noticed. "Then Mommy will go back to her room first. Come find me after you finish talking with your brother, okay? It's been so long since we last saw each other. I have so much to tell you, and presents to give you, too."

"What do you mean, we have plenty of time? Did you not understand a word I said? I only stopped by to take a look. Coming here was clearly a mistake." Yu Xing gave a cold laugh. "Do you know what you all look like right now?"

Fang Xiao looked entirely at ease. "What?"

"Bandits." Yu Xing couldn't help sneering. "After all these years, you're still acting like bandits."

"I don't want to stay another second. Let go. I'm leaving."

Fang Xiao smiled and lifted Yu Xing's hand. "Little brother, you're still as weak as you were when you were a child. If I really were the bandit you say I am, I'd be even less likely to let you go. Be good. Stay and talk with me for a while. Don't make a decision in such a rush."

The family had completely ignored Medusa and Yan