Watching the young boy's departing figure, Lin Tian helplessly shook his head: "Ruyan, can't you be a bit gentler? Look, you scared a twelve-year-old kid like that."
"You should call me Martial Uncle," Zhang Ruyan responded completely off-topic, not replying to Lin Tian's question, and instead correcting his form of address.
"You and Lingyu call each other sisters, if I call you Martial Uncle, should I call her Little Martial Uncle?" Lin Tian rolled his eyes, speechless.
Zhang Lingyu raised her head, smiling sweetly: "You can call me Little Martial Uncle, I don't mind."
"Little Martial Uncle, huh? What if I call you my wife, would you dare to respond?" Lin Tian said smoothly, and after saying it, all three of them froze.
"Ahem, I've watched too much Journey to the West," Lin Tian quickly explained, while Zhang Lingyu lowered her head to eat her breakfast, her face flushed.
