As she spoke, she scrambled up from the ground and turned to run. Yeh Huang quickly grabbed her, feeling on the brink of collapse. Was this girl's brain soaked? Asking the boss to demonstrate how to use the airplane wooden cup, and then planning to come back and teach him herself? Just the thought of the scene was overwhelming.
"Uncle, why are you grabbing me? Wow, your face is so red! Are you running a fever?"
Long Linger tiptoed up, reaching her little paw towards Yeh Huang's forehead. Yeh Huang hurriedly reached out to block her, unable to withstand her endless pestering. If such soft little hands touched him a few times, he would get all worked up again.
