Originally, Song Rong was shoveling snow, but upon hearing the sound, he immediately tossed the shovel aside and went back to the main room to sit.
Qiao'er and Niu Niu, these two kids are kind-hearted; they didn't let him work.
Song Qin was about to pick up the shovel to relieve the old man from being scolded when Lin Qiao spoke up, "Grandpa, I told you not to shovel snow! What if you catch a cold?"
"Grandpa, didn't we agree? You're not supposed to shovel snow!" Song Tingfan ran into the main room worriedly and held Song Rong's hand, a bit cold to the touch, and quickly rubbed it.
Once his hands got some color back, he hurried to get the stove going.
"It's alright, I know my own body. I stopped once I got cold." Song Rong carefully explained to the two kids.
Lin Qiao glanced at the young man; his face was tense, showing hints of anger.
Oh look, even little rabbits have their temper.
