Asheng pursed his lips, gazing eagerly at Song Yunuan.
Huzi looked at Song Yunuan too.
This is his own sister, Mom said, she's his own sister, who calls their sister "Sister Little Nuan"?
Isn't that the same as calling the girl next door "Sister Mingming"?
That's not acceptable.
Seeing Asheng's reaction, Song Yunuan glanced at him and said with a smile, "It's just a nickname, you know. Sometimes, I even call my dad 'Old Man Song,' and my mom 'Comrade Xia.'"
Huzi's eyes widened. Is that so?
Only then did Song Liang remember, "I've been meaning to ask, why is Mom 'Comrade Xia,' while I'm just 'Old Song'?"
By now, everyone had finished listening to the concert, and in fact, they were all still longing for more.
However, to save the battery, Old Man Song didn't hesitate to turn off the radio right after it ended, and then he carefully placed it on the kang cabinet, covering it with a cotton cloth embroidered with flowers.
