Mu Siyin felt bitter in her heart. She paused for a moment and raised her voice, “Uncle Zhong, I’ve already fallen asleep. I really don’t want to eat anymore.”
Uncle Zhong sighed, “Then, then alright. Then wake up early tomorrow morning and eat breakfast, huh?”
Mu Siyin felt a warmth in her heart. She acknowledged, “It’s not early anymore. You guys should go back to your rooms and rest.”
Uncle Zhong sighed helplessly before leaving with his men.
Mu Siyin didn’t want to disappoint uncle Zhong, but right now, she really didn’t want to eat anything. She couldn’t eat anything.
Uncle Zhong had no choice but to run down to the study room. When he saw Shi Beiyu working at his desk, he was so anxious that his hair almost fell out!
“I say, what’s going on between you and Little Siyin? Why are you throwing a tantrum? Tell me, you’re already a middle-aged uncle in your 20s or 30s, yet you’re still throwing a tantrum at a little girl. Aren’t you ashamed?”
