He felt so sorry for her, yet he was helpless.
Ling Chuan was playing on the computer, like he was on a video call with someone.
"Little Chuanzi!" A little girl's voice came from the computer.
Ling Chuan rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, and looked at the computer screen, "Call me Ling Chuan!"
"Hehe! Ling Chuan! Why did you just get home? I've been here for a while, waiting for you!" On the other end of the computer was his classmate, An Ziqing.
Ling Chuan said, "I got home a long time ago! I just didn't want to talk to you!"
"Why don't you want to talk to me? I'm so nice!"
Ling Chuan rolled his eyes again.
"Ling Chuan, Ling Chuan! There's a man behind you! Is he the school uncle? Oh! He seems different! He's handsome too!" An Ziqing noticed someone behind Ling Chuan.
Ling Tian'ao turned around and leaned in.
He saw a very cute girl.
"Uncle!" An Ziqing greeted eagerly.
"What's that?" Ling Tian'ao said.
