"For example, the parent of that Little Princess can just call that guy, and it's completely normal and polite to call him 'handsome brother!'"
Si Tiantian's tone was cheerful, but she had never actually called anyone 'handsome brother.'
"So, what do you think you could call someone like me?" Sang Shen teased, running his fingers through his hair with full confidence, almost ready to shout: "Quick! Call me 'handsome brother!'"
"Old grandpa." With a small pout, Si Tiantian uttered three words that took one's breath away.
"You... what did you say?" Sang Shen's hand, which was teasing his hair, suddenly paused. He didn't even have white hair—how did he end up in the grandfather category?
"Hey hey, just joking, handsome brother! Let's quickly head back," Si Tiantian chuckled, scratching her head.
She had already figured out what her uncle wanted to hear; she was just teasing him on purpose.
