Jing Tian rolled his eyes at him. "Why don't you propose again?"
His little uncle punched him on the shoulder. "Why are you so lucky? You have your sister to propose the marriage for you. The rest of us have to try so hard!"
Qu Hao was caught off guard. He staggered a few steps and giggled foolishly. Then he glared at his little uncle. "Hey! Watch your tone. You're talking to your senior."
My little uncle choked for a moment.
Jing Tian asked casually, "Are we really want to talk about seniority?"
Qu Hao's battery died immediately.
My little uncle nudged Jing Tian with his shoulder. "Good! Good! This is good. There will finally be someone who can suppress him in the future!"
Cousin Mo looked at the three of them with a helpless expression. He whispered to me, "Their age is more than 100 years old combined, right? Why are they still so childish?"
I smiled but didn't say anything.