Thinking, one by one they have no experience, already intimidated.
Yang Qingrui amusedly patted Yang Qingtong, "See that? You really need to learn from Yangyang."
"Big Uncle, Little Uncle can't imitate me," Yangyang said proudly, touching his chin, "I was born with it, plus I have thick skin, and I'm cute and pretty, so Aunt Dongyang fancies me."
"Tsk tsk, such a narcissistic little brat."
Yangyang didn't deny his narcissism, just stared at the two uncles, suddenly saying, "Uncles, you haven't given me red envelopes yet."
"Here, here, wouldn't dream of missing yours."
"Hehe, thank you, Uncle." Yangyang waved the red envelope with a smile, then said, "For adding bricks and tiles to my future wedding, you're such good uncles, I'll be good to you in the future."
"Pfft..."
Yang Chuxia couldn't help it, this kid is way too chatty.
"Alright, cheeky brat, aren't you embarrassed early in the morning." She pinched his cheeks and asked Ming Lan to bring dumplings and various pastries.
