Yu Jingchen responded leisurely, "Their names are Thumb, Index Finger, Middle Finger, Ring Finger, Pinky."
Hearing this, An Ning's anger suddenly disappeared, and her cheeks turned red. Her tiny fist landed on his arm, "Uncle, you're annoying, you're actually teasing me!"
Yu Jingchen, however, didn't show any hint of a smile and said with a bit of blame, "Am I teasing you? Just think about your husband's situation. If you're not at home, I can only helplessly go back to my five little lovers!"
An Ning lightly nudged him again, "Uncle, can't you endure a little? Can't you have a single day to cultivate yourself?"
Yu Jingchen held An Ning's small hand, "Do you think I haven't cultivated myself enough?"
He asked in such a heavy tone that it inexplicably made An Ning feel a pang of heartache.
Thinking about a grown man, especially such a handsome one with so much power and influence, how many women must throw themselves at him, right?
