"Kid, are you feeling shy around your uncle master?" Yue Fuguang saw he wasn't speaking and purposefully teased him.
Fu Mingye's temple vein throbbed with annoyance. Unable to bear the teasing, he turned to leave, but in the end, it was Wen Renbai who stepped forward to put an end to this farce, "Little uncle master, don't provoke him anymore. Otherwise, he might get too scared to visit again."
He pressed his brow, his gaze filled with a hint of helplessness.
This little uncle master of his was young at heart and enjoyed his mischief. He used to cause quite a stir in the past, and surprisingly, several years had not seen her mature even a bit.
Yue Fuguang glanced at Fu Mingye, who looked as though he wanted to defy his master and ancestors but was forcibly holding back, and touched his chin with a hint of regret: The kid is still so easily teased.
"Alright, I'll give you face today."
Persuaded, Fu Mingye finally remembered the matter at hand.
