Tong Mo's smile froze. "Nanxing, I'm used to this. Sitting in a wheelchair isn't a problem for me. It doesn't affect my status as Master San." He stressed Master San and cast a sideways glance at little uncle and Jing Tian.
Little uncle and Jing Tian coughed lightly and looked away.
Although the seven evils weren't ranked by age, Master San ranked ahead of Master Si. The teasing in cousin Mo's eyes was obvious. It was a funny scene.
My youngest uncle rubbed my head. "What's so great about it? You're benefiting from your father's foundation."
I saved my head and pushed his hand away. "Don't rub my head! Go rub your nephew's head!" I yelled
My little uncle and cousin Mo were stunned at the same time. His gaze fell on cousin Mo's head.
I provoked him. "Why don't you rub his head? Go ahead and do it!"
The three of them couldn't hold it in any longer and laugh in unison.
Jing Tian pulled me to his side.
Cousin Mo suddenly coughed.
