With a high ponytail trailing behind her, she exuded youthful exuberance, resembling a high school student inexperienced in the ways of the world.
Fu Jinghen's eyes deepened, and he shifted his gaze away before closing the door, "Let's go."
"Move, move, move, I'm starving to death here."
Qi Ming was about to step forward when he suddenly felt something was off. He turned back and looked at Fu Jinghen, "Little uncle, why did you suddenly put on glasses?"
"Your Little Aunt likes them, so she asked me to wear them."
Fu Jinghen emphasized the words "Little Aunt" and subtly glanced at Wen Qiao.
He didn't notice any change in her expression.
Qi Ming: "...."
A big scoop of dog food had just fallen from the sky.
He stared at Fu Jinghen with the glasses for a moment before turning around excitedly, "I think I have a pair of glasses too, quite similar to yours, little uncle. I'll go find them; then, our uncle-nephew duo will rock the scene."
