Qiao Yuetong couldn't help but hold her forehead.
She was certain, being favored by Shen Xinghan was quite pitiful.
Fortunately, Shen Xinghan did not fancy her type; otherwise, they would probably have to engage in devastating world wars every day.
"Little uncle, hug." Shen Weilan gently tugged at Shen Xinghan's pants, looking up with expectation.
Gently picking her up, Shen Xinghan tenderly asked, "Don't you like being held by your sister?"
"I do." Shen Weilan thought seriously for a moment, "Little uncle only hugs sister, doesn't hug Weilan, Weilan is jealous."
"Do you know what jealous means?"
"I do." Shen Weilan spread her arms wide, "Jealous is being this much unhappy."
Amused by her words, Shen Xinghan couldn't help but kiss her little face, "Then why does Little Weilan feel jealous?"
"Weilan likes little uncle, wants to be little uncle's bride when she grows up."
Shen Xinghan laughed out loud, "Does Weilan like little uncle so much?"
"I do."
