Sister Three Billion was slightly taken aback.
The young man holding the little snowy bundle was just too damn good-looking!
He had that quiet scholarly air with a touch of manliness, yet if you looked closer, there was a hint of danger. When he looked at people, his gaze was focused and tranquil—a man with a story.
She couldn't help but take a few more glances.
Unexpectedly, the little snowy bundle clinging cutely to the young man's neck noticed.
It was as if he had eyes on the back of his head. He suddenly turned his head, grinned at Sister Three Billion, and said, "Big sister, are you sneakily watching my Uncle Blake? Let me tell you, he's still single!"
"A-Sui, you're only three years old, aren't you getting a bit too cheeky too soon?" The young man wasn't angry and lightly patted the child's back.
The little bundle said confidently, "I just grew out of the terrible twos; being a bit cheeky is a natural thing."
