"What's an uncle?" The child blinked.
The pale teenager quietly watched him, thinking disdainfully, this child is hopelessly stupid, how can he not even know what an uncle is at this age? If this goes on, won't he be a waste? He put on a stern face, his complexion pale and indifferent: "An uncle is your mother's little brother, got it?"
"Boo hoo... Uncle is so fierce." Han pretended to cry twice in grievance, squirming his chubby little body against Su Xingyu's leg.
Lu Shifeng, watching this, for some reason felt incredibly good, with a faint arrogant glance at Su Jinnian, he thought, Ha, my little Han doesn't like you, you'd better scram.
Su Jinnian felt extremely displeased by his look.
Beside him, Su Xingyu bent down to comfort the coy Han, saying, "Uncle's not fierce, really."
"Boo hoo hoo, uncle is fierce," the child insisted adamantly, even glancing at Lu Shifeng beside him, softly saying, "Just like Mr. Lu, both are fierce."
Lu Shifeng: "..."
