Another Story: The Child Transmigrated Ten Years Ago (3)

The kitten stared at the screen for so long that Song Zhijin lost his patience.

She pursed her lips. We've clearly seen it once…I want to watch cartoons!"

Song Zhijin said as he pinched the cat's ears.

Jiang Qingyan shook his head.

"Aren't we going to watch it again…"

Halfway through her sentence, the kitten simply shut its mouth.

Although his sister was smarter than an average six-year-old child, she was not so ridiculous that Zhijin could understand everything he said.

He decided not to explain.

Jiang Qing stretched out his claws and spent a lot of effort before he clicked on the cartoon that Song Zhijin had watched before.

After being distracted by the television, Song Zhijin didn't make a fuss anymore. He took the remote control and sat on the sofa. He didn't even know that his brother had slipped out of the office.