Uncle Han Zhan was so innocent—he had done nothing!
The little girl's mother carried her child and worked up an embarrassed smile at Song Ci. "My apologies, this child is too mischievous." After saying that, she hurriedly carried her embarrassing daughter and ran away.
The little girl laid on her mother's shoulder with tears in her eyes, silently accusing Song Ci of being unscrupulous.
Song Ci smirked proudly.
Han Zhan stood aside and asked, "Do I look very scary?"
Song Ci leaned on Han Zhan tenderly and said, "Brother Han isn't scary. Brother Han is very steady." It even rhymed.
"I don't think I look so old that I look a generation more than you?" Han Zhan asked in a depressed tone. The salesperson who sold nourishing teas to him said that drinking tea frequently would make one look ten years younger.
Two years of drinking tea daily were a waste, if so.
Salespeople always lied!
