Qingsi nodded vigorously."Yes, don't be afraid, uncle. You can call me. I'll chat with uncle. I can even write to him."
Xia Anlan's heart gradually warmed up. The little girl's innocent and kind words seemed to be able to instantly wash away the floating splendor in his heart.
"Okay, uncle will wait for you to write a letter to me. You have to keep your word."
"I'll make a pinky promise with uncle. I promise that I'll write to uncle every week when I get back." Qingsi stretched out her white and tender little finger,
Xia Anlan's eyes narrowed into slits as he smiled. He hooked qingsi's pinky with his pinky."Okay, you've hooked it, and you're not allowed to change your mind."
"Yes, I won't change my mind," qingsi nodded.
Yue tingfeng pursed his lips in disdain."Childish!"
