Before Ling Ran recovered from the fact that his four-year-old niece had molested a virtuous boy at such a young age, the girl chatted again as if no one was around her.
"Joy is not only cute, but he's also very polite. He's completely different from the little monkeys who know no manners at all."
'You're no better than those little monkeys, okay? If they are monkeys, you are the monkey king!'
Ling Ran fell speechless for some time. He sucked in a deep breath, and he looked at the little one seriously. He said, "Ling Yuemei, I'm warning you. Don't do anything outrageous in the kindergarten anymore. This is your seventh kindergarten. If they complain about you once again, no kindergarten could take you in anymore!"
"I know, I know. You nag like an old lady. No wonder you're still unmarried even today," Ling Yuemei shook her hand nonchalantly, and she gave a blow to Ling Ran's heart by sounding it like a simple issue.
