"Ahem, it's like this. My mom likes people to call her big sister Xin. You can call her that too." Yang yang, who was the middle-aged man behind sister Xin, said.
"Ah? "This ..." Tang Xi couldn't bring herself to call him that. After all, it didn't seem very proper to call an old man that.
"Yangyang, you're so rude. She looks like she's just started working. How can you call me sister? you should call her Auntie." Sister Xin glared at her son and said in dissatisfaction.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'll call you Auntie. I just don't think you're old." Yang yang said sweetly out of habit.
"How am I not old? you're already so old. By the time you're in high school, I'll be considered old too." Sister Xin said with emotion.
"No, no, no, you're not old." The middle-aged man, yang yang, said immediately.
