"Little Uncle, Little Aunt, I don't agree to what you guys just said!" Suddenly, Xie Shihao's voice sounded. Feng Qing and Xie Jiuhan turned around and looked. They didn't know when he had walked over.
Xie Shihao stretched out his thumb and pointed at the tip of his nose. He said proudly, "According to seniority, I'm your biological nephew. Therefore, not only do you two have each other, but you also have me as your relative, especially Little Aunt. If you think I'm not close enough, I can be your son."
Xie Jiuhan snorted coldly and kicked Xie Shihao to the side. "Get lost as far as you can think. I didn't give birth to a useless son like you."
Looking at Xie Jiuhan's heartless back view, Xie Shihao crawled up from the ground and held his heart. With a sorrowful expression, he pounced into Gu Qingye's arms.
"Qingye, please comfort me," Xie Shihao wailed.
