However, he was furious, and Tong Lu ignored him. Miniature Leng Yejin suddenly stood up and pounced on Tong Lu to snatch her phone away. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly held him up, afraid that he would fall off the table.
"You little brat, do you know how dangerous it was just now?"
Miniature Leng Yejin took the phone, tapped on it, and deleted his WeChat message. With a loud thud, he slammed the phone on the table in a petty manner. He raised his head and furrowed his little brows."We don't have that much to talk about. Why didn't I see you chatting happily with uncle?"
"There's a generation gap every three years. Your uncle is six years older than me. What can we talk about with two generation gaps between us?"
Could this child be possessed by little uncle? Their bad tempers were exactly the same. No, they had surpassed their master!