When it comes to explanations, it definitely wouldn’t be Wu Lixuan explaining; Cao Yong needs to do it himself. Wu Lixuan stopped talking and stepped aside for Cao Yong.

Walking over to see her mother, Cao Yong thought: Her mother resembles her in many ways.

For instance, in terms of attire and fashion. Sun Rongfang, like her daughter, may not have much, but she’s never unkempt. Instead, she wears clean clothes, and her hair is neatly combed, giving her a simple yet elegant appearance.

Their most similar feature is their eyes, both equally bright and clear as mountain streams. The eyes are windows to the soul, and such bright eyes make one feel that the person’s soul is undoubtedly full of integrity and openness.

"Hello, Auntie," Cao Yong greeted warmly, first expressing concern for the elder, "The temperature in the North is quite low. Do you have enough clothes, Auntie?"

For people from the South, the first challenge in the North is underestimating how cold it really is, often thinking an extra sweater would suffice.

Hearing this, Wu Lixuan took out her own coat from the car and handed it to her godmother, "Godmother, wear another layer. Our Southern down jackets hardly qualify as down jackets; they’re too thin. Only the ones bought in the North can be considered such."

"No worries," Sun Rongfang assured with confidence, "I heard from Yingying about the cold here, so I put on two extra sweaters inside."

While the three were talking outside the car, a little boy inside the car let out a sneeze.

Cao Yong glanced over, and it seemed he saw the silhouette of her younger brother.

"Xie Youtian, are you feeling cold?" Wu Lixuan asked the little boy, starting to regret not having prepared more clothes for the child inside the car.

Seeing this, Cao Yong went back to his car and brought out a down jacket.

"No problem, no problem. I brought clothes for him. They’re just in the suitcase. He sneezed because he was dozing off in the car," Sun Rongfang said as she moved to open her luggage to find an extra sweater for her son.

Called several times by Sister Wu, Xie Youtian rubbed his sleepy eyes and crawled out of the car. As soon as he stepped out, a warm jacket, like a quilt, was draped over his small shoulders.

"Oh dear, how could I accept this?" Sun Rongfang quickly looked up while searching for her son’s clothes and saw the handsome young man had given her son his jacket.

"It’s nothing, Auntie," Cao Yong said, gently patting her brother’s little head with his right hand.

Sun Rongfang brought back her son’s sweater and said to him, "Quick, thank your brother."

After a moment, those around noticed that Xie Youtian, tilting his head up, seemed to be intently watching something. Upon closer look, it turned out the little boy was dumbstruck, gazing admiringly at his brother with wide eyes.

This brother was beyond his wildest imagination. Xie Youtian’s heart pounded rapidly in his little chest. His brother’s features were more handsome than any celebrity, his coat was stylish, and he was absolutely impeccable. In Songyuan, when could he ever have seen such an exquisite, elegant, and supremely cultured brother?

The most impressive brother he had known was a cousin from his aunt’s side, who wore Adidas. But compared to this brother, his cousin’s aura fell short.

Seeing her son’s dazed look, Sun Rongfang almost raised her voice: "What are you doing? Why are you staring at your brother? Go on, greet him."

Greet? Greet what? Xie Youtian’s little mind couldn’t process.

"Just call him Brother Cao," Cao Yong gently said, patting the little boy’s head.

As a doctor, he was naturally adept at coaxing children.