Song Weiyi slowly finished speaking these words, and Sheng Jinsen's face changed color again. Was this a mockery, suggesting he was overthinking things?
"Song Weiyi!"
"It's not right for a grandnephew to address me this way. Just now, you insisted on calling me 'auntie.' As your elder, I'm all set to take good care of you the junior. Shouldn't you, the junior, also show some respect towards me, your 'auntie'?"
Song Weiyi patted Sheng Jinsen's hand, smiling with her eyes narrowed to slits, a stark contrast to the fierce and bold Song Weiyi he had seen in the past.
The radiant smile on her face didn't hint at the worries she had when they met earlier. Was this really the same person?
Wasn't her transformation a bit too sudden?
Sheng Jinsen, with this question in mind but before he could speak, suddenly recalled Song Weiyi calling him grandnephew and his face stretched long again.
