Definitely, there's something wrong with the wine in this club. He'd only had two drinks and he'd already traveled through a parallel time-space continuum!
He looked up and down, planning to find some sort of mechanism or something that could help him travel back to his original timeline.
Gu Junzhu bent over and scooped Little Shumiao into his arms, pointing at Qiao Zui, "Little Shumiao, his name's Qiao Zui, your cousin. Do you know what a cousin is?"
Little Shumiao wrapped her arms around his neck, blinking her eyes, "A cousin is the child of either my parents' siblings."
"Yes, that's the official explanation," Gu Junzhu chuckled, rubbing her little head, "but in private circumstances, a cousin is someone you can bully and ridicule at will, and they are always ready to carry burdens and work hard for you."
Qiao Zui: "...!"
Do you really think it's good to teach your son this way, uncle?
Do you really, really think it's okay to set your own nephew up like this?!
