"Pfft," Yang Qingtong was amused by his innocence.
However, this little uncle was a bit naughty, as he sneaked up behind Lele and snatched the book from him.
So when Lele saw the book in Yang Qingtong's hands, he was utterly bewildered, his eyes full of confusion as if to ask how on earth he had found his book?
"Uncle, uncle, uncle..."
Seeing the book in Yang Qingtong's hands, he became anxious.
The child was naturally bright, thinking that calling him "uncle" would surely get the book back, but ever since he started talking, he still habitually popped out words one or three at a time.
"Say it once more, and I'll give it to you."
"Uncle, uncle, uncle..."
"It's 'uncle,' not 'uncle, uncle,'" Yang Qingtong said speechlessly. What kind of name was this?
However, Lele stubbornly continued to call out in the same way.
Yang Qingtong not only didn't give him the book but also insisted on him changing how he addressed him, which angered little Lele.
