"You!" Ma Luosong's expression changed.
Mi Yao also paused, her delicate little face turning red and white in alternating hues, filled with shame and anger. He was too direct, and she didn't know who he was trying to embarrass.
"Elder sister, daddy said he wants to 'get on' you. What does 'get on' mean?" Huangfu Minxue asked, peering out with his black, glistening eyes from under the towel, his gaze resting on Mi Yao in confusion.
Mi Yao wished she could find a hole to crawl into. The child didn't know any better, and the word "get on" was pronounced so crisply that she felt two pairs of eyes fixing on her directly.
"Young boy, you heard wrong, your daddy didn't say... 'get on,'" Mi Yao lied, her face flushing red.
Huangfu Minxue humphed as he looked at Mi Yao, clearly not believing her; he turned his head to look at his own daddy and then made a face.
"Mr. President, where are your knowledge and manners? How can you say something so distasteful?"
