Pei Chenyang teased Song Weiyi for a long time before he finally let her off the hook.
Latter, he noticed that his nephew seemed unusually quiet.
"Big nephew, being so quiet is not your style," Pei Chenyang raised an eyebrow, looking at Pei Yibai with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Pei Yibai placed the milk in front of Song Weiyi and then spoke leisurely, "I didn't want to interrupt while uncle was having a pleasant chat with Weiyi."
"Tsk, tsk, showing me such respect all of a sudden, I'm flattered," Pei Chenyang wore a look of feigned shock.
The two were close in age, more like brothers than uncle and nephew, but given the generational hierarchy, he had no choice but to call him uncle.
In front of Pei Yibai, he never held much authority, and faced with his nephew's sudden change of behavior, Pei Chenyang could only think that something abnormal was surely afoot.
Pei Yibai glanced at his uncle, his disdain clear without a word.
