Luo Weibing's abrupt approach to Joy had shocked him. He wrapped his arms around Zhao Youlin's neck and called out timidly, "Uncle Luo…"
"Uncle?" Luo Weibing widened his eyes. He stared at Joy in dismay and said, "Boy, look at me. I'm handsome, young and energetic. Which part of me looks like an uncle?"
Before Luo Weibing finished speaking, Joy got spooked. Like a groundhog, he turned his head and buried himself in Zhao Youlin's neck.
Zhao Youlin had already developed a fierce sense of possessiveness for her son. When she saw her son being so frightened, her face instantly turned dark. She lifted her leg and kicked at Luo Weibing.
Fortunately, Luo Weibing reacted fast by moving to one side. Otherwise, if he were to be struck by Zhao Youlin's high heel, he would have suffered excruciating pain.
