"Uncle, what are you looking at?" Ye Zixuan saw Wang Hao suddenly rush out, blinked her eyes, and asked with confusion.
Wang Hao was silent for a while, shook his head, and responded, "Nothing, just saw someone I know."
Ye Zixuan pouted, her tone tinged with a hint of sourness, "Someone you know? Who? It's not a young lady, is it?"
Wang Hao gently patted Ye Zixuan's head and said with a faint smile, "Girl, what are you thinking about in that little head of yours? Where are all these young ladies coming from?"
Ye Zixuan rolled her eyes and coquettishly said, "Uncle, you can't just touch a girl's head like that. Only the closest people are allowed to!"
Though that's what she said, she didn't dodge, and her tone didn't carry any real reproach.
At this moment, Wang Hao's mind was full of thoughts about that mysterious man, and he wasn't really in the mood to joke with Ye Zixuan, offering only a sheepish smile.
