Prince Qing picked up the empty tea cup, ready to enjoy some tea and rest.
Hearing this, his hand shook as he was pouring tea.
Bai Zhi'er was startled: "Did you get burned?!"
Prince Qing hurriedly put down the tea cup. Luckily, he was quick, and only a few drops splashed onto the back of his hand.
"No problem," Prince Qing coughed for a while before catching his breath: "From my voice, I also don't sound like an old uncle, but I am indeed quite a bit older than you, so it's not suitable for you to call me brother."
Otherwise, that would make things confused; he'd be the same generation as the sons of the elder siblings!
He thought for a while, then suddenly smiled: "But I find you adorable and really like you, why not acknowledge me as your godfather?"
"I have a decent background and my family is respectable, accepting you as my adoptive daughter wouldn't be overreaching."
Bai Zhi'er, hearing this, immediately stepped back two steps.
