Mu Bei suddenly found himself at a loss for words, unsure how to answer such a question.
His face remained expressionless, silent.
But in Little Youyou's eyes, it meant: This uncle doesn't want to talk to her!
"Uncle, do you not like me?" She blinked, rare to appear a bit timid.
"No..." Mu Bei replied earnestly.
"Uncle, what's your name?"
"Miss You, just call me Mu Bei."
"Why don't you smile?" Little Youyou's extremely radiant smile bloomed in her black eyes, looking at him, "Uncle, if you smile, you'd definitely look handsome."
Mu Bei was a very serious person, and the word 'smile' never appeared in his daily life.
With a stiff face, he intended to force a smile, which turned out uglier than crying.
Little Youyou became melancholic. It seemed this uncle really didn't like her.
She sighed, ready to turn back dispiritedly.
"Um... Uncle usually..."
Finally hearing a voice behind her, Little Youyou immediately turned her head, her big eyes staring at him without blinking.
