Ye Xiaoyu didn't know what else to call him, so she complained, "What do you want me to call you?"
"Think again, is there something special?"
Ye Xiaoyu blinked her innocent eyes, "Uncle?"
The age gap between her and Anjue was indeed like between an uncle and a little girl.
Anjue's face darkened, "I'm only eight years older than you. Do you think you're an old lady?"
Besides, isn't an eight-year age gap between a man and a woman quite normal?
Ye Xiaoyu couldn't understand Anjue's reasoning. He was eight years older than her!
Eight years!
In fact, she had to admit, Anjue was just an old man.
However, she wouldn't say it out loud, after all, this old man Anjue didn't want to admit it.
"Then... should I call you brother?"
Anjue's heart skipped a beat. He instinctively looked at her, held her in his arms, "Call again."
"Brother."
"Add a bit of endearment."
"Dear brother?"
"Think more."
"Jue Brother?"
"Say it again."
"Good brother?"
"This one is good."
