One week later.
On the nineteenth.
Beijing.
In front of Chai Ren's house.
Afternoon.
"Uncle Tang, have some candy." Chai Ren's daughter took a piece of candy from her wallet and handed it to Tang Qing. This nickname made Tang Qing quite resigned.
Uncle!
Sigh!
Back in the day, we were just kids.
Waiting.
Waiting.
And now we've become uncles. Fortunately, when it comes to appearance, even after decades or even a hundred years, without considering seniority, there's no worry about being called grandpa.
"Call me brother." Tang Qing said with a smile.
"No."
Her little head shook vigorously.
"Why?"
"Mama says, Uncle Tang is Uncle Tang!" Her little face was full of seriousness.
"..."
Logical... rigorous!
Irrefutable.
"Haha, hurry up, once you have kids, you won't mind this issue." Chai Ren laughed on the side and rubbed his daughter's hair.
Then.
"Slap!"
