Dissatisfaction was written across Mu Siyin's face. "How am I a child! I'm already twenty, uncle!"
Shi Beiyu's face turned sour the moment he heard Mu Siyin call him an uncle.
It did not sound that bad, but he always felt a generation gap between him and Mu Siyin whenever she called him uncle. That was why…
He suddenly hugged Mu Siyin closer to him and leaned towards her ear flirtatiously. His coarse voice said, "I won't go easy on you tonight if you call me an uncle one more time."
Mu Siyin's face flushed as she looked at Shi Beiyu with embarrassment. It did not take long for her embarrassment to turn into frustration. "Y-you really are..."
"Be good. I'll get someone to make you some snow pear and rock sugar dessert, okay?" Shi Beiyu raised his eyebrow.
"You tyrant!" Mu Siyin muttered. She then tore away from Shi Beiyu's embrace and sat on the sofa instead.
