Ling Yin's face was full of disbelief as she laughed and poured him another glass of wine: "It's okay, no need to be nervous."
"Does Maimai hold grudges?"
"Honestly?" Ling Yin laughed, raising an eyebrow: "She holds grudges a lot."
Sheng Sheng suddenly stood up because he was too frustrated and excited, furrowing his brows tightly: "Uncle Ling, are you serious?"
Ling Yin smiled elegantly yet deeply, glancing lightly at Sheng Sheng: "It's okay, she's just a little girl, what grudges could she hold? Maimai has always missed you."
Since she was little, the little girl liked to keep Brother Sheng Sheng's name on her lips. Ling Yin thought they couldn't possibly have any major conflicts, so he casually crossed his legs and gestured for him to sit down, then arranged dinner with the nanny.
"Maimai really didn't come back with you?" This girl doesn't seem to miss home at all.
