Missing Brother Ye?
They were not familiar with each other and had only met once; they hadn't even spoken a word, so how could she miss him?
Tang Fei looked at him with disdain and honestly shook her head.
Little Monkey felt his heart take a hit and struck a pose in dejection, shaking his cool bangs. He asked again, "Really didn't miss me?"
Tang Fei still shook her head.
Little Monkey clutched his heart, feigning a painful faint.
Seeing him lying on the ground, Tang Fei anxiously shouted into the house, "Daddy, daddy, Brother Ye is dead."
Dead?
Damn, that's an unlucky thing to say.
Little Monkey suddenly sat up, covering Tang Fei's mouth with his hand, "Don't talk nonsense, I haven't even married a wife yet, how can I bear to die?"
Looking at the little palm-sized face in front of him, Little Monkey's gaze suddenly became very bright.
She was so pretty, with delicate skin and tender flesh, and those little red lips made one just want to take a bite.