Early the next morning, Da Bao walked out of Nuonuo's room and headed straight to the dining room, where Little Treasure was sitting, holding a glass of milk while reading the newspaper. He raised an eyebrow at him, "Am I about to become an uncle?"
Though his tone was playful, there wasn't a hint of joking in his bright eyes; he was quite serious.
Da Bao knocked on his head and pulled out a chair to sit down, "What nonsense are you talking? She's still young!"
No one knows how many times the brothers have had this conversation in private.
Little Treasure, seemingly unconcerned, licked the milk off his lips, "Who knows? You're already twenty-four!"
Da Bao glared at him, picked up a slice of bread and spread jam on it while saying, "What's the deal with me being twenty-four? I'm not a beast, you don't have to remind me all the time; I know this well in my heart. But it's you, picking up the call from the surname Qi last night—didn't go too far, did you?"
