He said he would go down first, but Bo Qin did not move at all, waiting for Jian Dan to recover and go down together. Holding his son, he stood tall, looking down at her, exuding a sense of contempt.
Jian Dan felt her cheeks heat up, shivering under such a gaze, "Uncle Qin, can I talk to you about something?"
"Hmm, let's hear it."
Jian Dan said, "Can you not look at me like that? Under your gaze, I'm a bit nervous, and my leg, which was just about to recover, now seems to have no effect at all."
Bo Qin: "…Well, can I talk to you about something?"
Jian Dan was full of questions, "What?"
Wasn't they discussing her issue just now? The sudden shift was hard for her to adapt to.
Bo Qin looked at her adorable expression, laughed, bent slightly to meet her gaze, "Darling, could you please not call me Uncle Qin? It gives me a feeling of taboo, and I'm sure you'd still like to wake up and sleep normally, right?"
