Ji Sifan looked down at her, a few black lines slipping down his forehead, and said, "I don't have the habit of being an old bull eating young grass."
The little girl immediately laughed, nodding, "Uncle, you finally admit you're an old bull."
Ji Sifan, "..." Can he throw this little brat away?
Song Nianhuan didn't care what Ji Sifan was thinking right now. Her little head turned, looking directly at the door with lots of people going in and out. After sizing it up, she turned to Ji Sifan and asked, "Uncle, is Mommy really here?"
Ji Sifan dug out a pair of sunglasses from somewhere, putting them on his nose and covering most of his face.
Looking down at the little brat waiting for his answer, Ji Sifan nodded, "Of course, I'm kindly bringing you to find your mom. If you don't believe me, I can send you back now."
Song Nianhuan stared at him with big, bright eyes, saying, "Uncle, you actually came to see beauties and just brought me along, right?"
