"Uncle, I haven't figured out how to ask for your help yet, but you have to promise me not to tell my grandpa about us. I promise that from now on, I will think for three seconds before speaking." Mu Shini thought for a moment and looked at Bo Sishen. "Uncle, do we have a deal?"
Bo Sishen had his hands on the steering wheel, driving the car. Mu Shini's soft voice by his ear sounded as melodious as a nightingale singing.
Especially her pair of soft little hands, gently holding his arm, sending a current through the fabric to his skin, spreading through every nerve in his body.
"Uncle, say something, won't you? If you don't want to talk, at least nod." Seeing that Bo Sishen was focused on driving and not responding to her, Mu Shini grew a bit anxious.
She knew very well that Uncle was always deep and cunning.
Not saying a word at this moment made it even more unsettling.
