"Mom, Mom!"
"Hmm?"
Hearing her darling daughter calling for her, Huo Yutong stopped chopping vegetables and asked with a smile,
"What is it, Little Xi?"
Tang Xuanxi pouted and pointed at her brother behind her.
"Brother said that mom must have been the one who pursued dad back then, but I don't think that's right. So who liked whom first?"
Not far behind her, Tang Yiting fiddled with the Soul Guided Core in his hands and curled his lip.
"Give it up. You've never won a bet against me."
"Hmph! Not necessarily this time!"
After snapping back sulkily, Tang Xuanxi opened her eyes wide and looked at Huo Yutong with a pitiful expression.
"Mom, tell me."
"Hmm..."
After thinking for two seconds, Huo Yutong smiled helplessly.
"That's actually hard to say. Personally, I think I was the first one to fall for him, but your dad was the one who took the initiative and confessed."
Tang Yiting gave a smug snort.
"See? What did I say? I told you that you could never win a bet against me."
"Waaah..."
Tang Xuanxi glared at her brother unwillingly, but she had nothing to say.
There was nothing she could do. Tang Yiting's intuition had always been terrifyingly accurate, and his luck was practically heaven-sent. The odds of winning a bet against him were far too low.
Besides, this boy never took bets that were unfavorable to him from the start.
Now that the two children had reached the age of four, the differences in their personalities had begun to take shape.
Tang Xuanxi was an ordinary little girl—lively, adorable, and lovable. Tang Wulin had sighed to Huo Yutong more than once that she was practically an angel.
Of course, that was only if one ignored the countless pieces of furniture she had