"Sister is beautiful everywhere..." Howard's mouth glistened with oil.
Ronald Loman, who was smoking nearby, couldn't help but laugh and said, "Hey, little Fatty, you've got good taste."
Howard turned his head to look at Ronald, stared at him for a while, then turned back to Annie Taylor and asked, "Sister, who's this uncle?"
The smile on Ronald Loman's face froze instantly. Did he really look that old?
Why was his woman called sister, but he was uncle?
Throwing the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground and stomping it out, Ronald Loman stepped forward again, pinching Howard's small face with both hands. "Little Fatty, take another look, look at me properly. What did you just call me?"
"Hey, Ronald! Aren't you ashamed? You're scaring the kid again!" Annie Taylor frowned in displeasure and said.
Howard was not frightened at all. He stared at Ronald for a long while and then asked, "Uncle, why is your face so dark?"
