"Xiao Ding, did you hear that?" Aunt Hong asked, still not reassured.
"Uh-huh." Xiao Ding nodded.
The tall, handsome man in front of him was also focused on facing him, his lips thin as a cicada's wing were slightly curled up in a charming smile, "Young man, you said you're Ding Ma's son, huh?"
"That's right." Xiao Ding nodded and introduced himself, "They all call me Xiao Ding, how about you, how should I address you?"
"Me?" Arthur Lindsey slightly curved his lips and said, "How do you want to address me?"
"You call me young man, so should I call you Uncle?" Xiao Ding bantered with him.
The others sandwiched between them seemed like they were watching two master fighters spar.
A bit stunned.
Only little Clarissa, small and smart, had an innocent look, covered her mouth, and giggled, "Daddy is Uncle, wakaka~~"
Then.
