Shen Mosheng nodded earnestly, "I do."
Waving him over with a crooked finger, Han Yingying smiled wickedly, "Flatter me."
"How should I flatter you?"
"Come here, Little Shenzi, give 'her highness' a shoulder massage."
"Yingying..."
"Address me as the Empress Dowager."
Shen Mosheng choked and awkwardly called out, "Empress Dowager..."
"What is it, Little Shenzi?"
"You've got the wrong generation, I'm not your little aunt."
"Pfft..." Han Yingying couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.
She had forgotten that Shen Mosheng was an old timer who didn't surf the internet or watch dramas.
Little Aunt? Wrong generation?
That just killed her!
"Yingying?" Shen Mosheng was even more puzzled, not understanding why Han Yingying suddenly found everything so amusing.
"Address me as the Empress Dowager."
Shen Mosheng: …
Suppressing her laughter, Han Yingying cleared her throat and put on airs, "Little Shengzi—"
"Me?"
"Yes, you, Little Shengzi."
"What is it?"
