Gu Nuan had walked away earlier, busy in the kitchen. Having just gotten off the plane, everyone must have been hungry and ready for a meal.
Little Pudding was small with tiny eyes and didn't see his aunt behind the partition, so he first spotted his uncle, sitting in the living room pretending to study on his laptop seriously. He toddled over.
"Uncle."
Xiao Yebai turned his head and saw Little Pudding's small face.
No matter how he looked at it, it was an innocent face, as blank as a white sheet of paper.
Somehow, Xiao Yebai felt that the mischievous genes, which should have been stirring inside him, were not only still but were actually being suppressed by the pressure coming from this little male god's face.
"What – what's wrong?" Xiao Yebai squeezed his collar unconsciously, his voice becoming serious as he asked.
Gu Nuan heard his voice, sneakily turned back, and glanced at his face.
