"You called her Sister Wan?" Mo Siluo always felt that something was off.
Confronted with her father's question, Little Mo Yao anxiously hung her head low.
"Remember, you should call her Auntie," Mo Siluo instructed firmly, then took his phone and left his daughter's bedroom.
The father-daughter conversation had not missed Wen Wan's ears. Just when she hesitated whether to hang up, Mo Siluo's voice suddenly came through clearly, "She called you sister, and you didn't correct her?"
"Correct her? Why should I?" Wen Wan frowned, murmuring under her breath.
"..." Mo Siluo was suddenly at a loss for words.
"Let Yaoyao call whatever she likes, don't worry, just because Yaoyao calls me sister, I wouldn't start calling you uncle," Wen Wan added jokingly.
