"You can't tell your father either," Tang Zhijun was seriously instructing Tang Yuxin.
Tang Yuxin nodded again, then pointed to the big hand that Tang Zhijun was using to cover her mouth.
Tang Zhijun hurriedly removed his fan-like large hand, while Tang Yuxin's small face turned completely red from suffocation. She was coughing continuously, and Tang Zhijun was anxiously patting his little niece's back. He seemed to have suffocated his little niece just now.
"Are you okay?" Tang Zhijun was sweating with worry. He hoped he hadn't actually hurt her.
"I'm fine," Tang Yuxin scowled at Tang Zhijun's big hand which was covered in dirt.
"Uncle, did you wash your hands?" she asked.
"No..." Tang Zhijun hurriedly began wiping his hands on his clothes. He knew his little niece had this particular quirk, but he had been working in the field so he couldn't just stop to wash his hands whenever.
