"You still haven't figured out the gender of this one yet!" Mo Ying tapped Du Xixi's nose, "Wenteng and I don't mind whether it's a boy or a girl, but we're really curious if your little baby will be a little brother or sister."
"Yeah, sister-in-law, are you and Ah Lan hoping for a son or a daughter this time?" Sun Mulin, feeling particularly jovial after eating, placed Yiyi on his lap and casually grabbed both of Yiyi's hands, shaking them gently.
Unfortunately, Yiyi wasn't up for cooperating with this handsome and flashy uncle. Annoyed, he let out an "ah" and, after freeing himself, patted Sun Mulin's thigh. On his little face, it was clear: Don't bother me!
"Hey! Are you disliking me?" Sun Mulin pinched Yiyi's little face, but he wasn't upset; instead, he found it amusing and tried to grab Yiyi's little hand again.
Uncle and nephew, one grabbing and one dodging, played enthusiastically.
