"You didn't hear wrong, Mr. Qu. He is indeed my uncle. I'll find a suitable time to explain the reason to you. I'd like to bring ran ran to the room upstairs."
She explained once more. Feeling sorry for her daughter, who was lying on the sofa, she told the man,"Ziming, bring her to the room. It's windy in the living room, so it's a little cold."
"Alright," he said.
Ji Ziming's deep eyes narrowed as he looked at qu xiujie, who was sitting next to him, and then at his mother. Without saying a word, he carried his daughter up to the second floor.
Just as she reached the fifth step, mother Ji, who was sitting on the sofa, asked her,"Ge Ge, why are you still calling me Auntie? what should you call me?"
"Why did I call you? my Ge Ge hasn't registered her marriage with your son yet."
Qu xiujie was the first to provoke her, his eyes filled with dissatisfaction."Do you still want my Ge Ge to call you 'mom'?"
