He first gazed at the little girl in front of him, then suddenly shook his head.
"No, she's a younger sister." He said seriously, unable to accept the fact that he should call this girl his older sister.
Upon hearing the youngster's words, Su Xingyue was stunned at first, then patiently corrected him.
"It's older sister... look, she is a bit taller than you." She said, while comparing their heights with her hands.
Since Tiantian was born over three months earlier than the other two children, and was already over two years old, plus girls develop faster than boys during childhood, she was indeed slightly taller than the young ones.
After hearing Su Xingyue's explanation, Nan Yili still wore a disbelieving expression, shaking his little head stubbornly.
"She's a younger sister!"
Powerless, Su Xingyue looked at her son's earnest and stubborn appearance; she couldn't bear to say more, simply reaching out to pat his head, and then gently said to the two youngsters.
