"Sh-Shangxie… I-I'm not talking about you." In order to prove his words, Little Fatty Cheng anxiously pointed at Little Qingchen and yelled, "I was referring to him! It's true, I meant him!"
Little Qingchen was merely holding a box of milk between his two tiny hands and drinking it when he was being pointed. His eyes were large and round, like a cute little kitten.
Helian Wei Wei smiled and wiped her son's mouth as she looked at the Little Fatty Cheng. "So, what I heard was true. When you're in school, you frequently call Qingchen a little bumpkin too, right?"
"So what?" Little Fatty Cheng coldly snorted, completely looking down on the mechanic lady.
Because of his ignorant reply, the private room instantly fell into an indescribable silence.
