"Uncle, are you secretly looking at Aunt's phone?"
"Shh!"
Bo Yanching quickly covered the little one's mouth, then released it, tapping his index finger on her lips, "Keep it down, if you're heard, your uncle's going to get in trouble."
"Oh."
Qianqian climbed down from his lap, and he habitually supported the little one to help her stand firm, "Where are you going?"
Qianqian gave him an adorable smile, "Qianqian is thirsty, Qianqian is going to get a drink. Does Uncle want one?"
"I'm fine, don't take one from the fridge, there's a new one your aunt bought today in the snack cabinet, grab one yourself."
"Okay, Qianqian is going."
The little one wiggled her hands and ran off.
