Uncle?
The little one spoke in a sweet, childish voice, and was so soft and adorable. But... "No, I'm not an uncle. Uncle is for calling older men. Come, say sister?"
The little guy tilted his head and seriously looked at the "sister" in front of him: "Jiejie?" Then, he shook his little head, "No, Shushu, it's Shushu!"
The child began to gesture, but Dong Huiying couldn't understand. However, the child didn't give up. He pointed at his purple outfit, grinning happily, "Shushu, purple Shushu!"
Purple uncle?
Dong Huiying chuckled, then glanced at herself. She was wearing a light purple outfit today. Hmm, the kid was also wearing purple, quite a coincidence.
Zhi Chen brought a sleeping bag over. The wife sat down and let the child sit sideways on her lap, while Zhi Chen helped the child wash hands with water, his expression unreadable. Then he took out a handkerchief to dry the child's small hands.
