"Who do you say is ... the uncle?" Manager Huang stared wide-eyed, yes, he was now thirty years old, older than Beitang Xiu, the problem was that he wasn't really an uncle yet okay!

Other people call him uncle is fine, but this yellow-haired kid in front of him called him uncle? But this yellow-haired kid in front of him called him uncle?

Manager Huang felt like storming out.

Beitang Xiu smiled and put his sunglasses back on. Glancing at Jingshu, he saw that the wonton in ...