Wang Yuyao suddenly giggled.
"Maybe he's only grown up mentally. His body doesn't look any bigger."
"Yue'er just hasn't finished growing taller yet. What makes you think he hasn't grown in other ways?" Su Mengyun replied.
"Has he really grown, then? How big is he?"
Wang Yuyao teased, her gaze drifting toward Wang Yue's crotch.
Wang Yuyao had always been bold and brazen.
Add to that the fact that she'd had too much to drink, and her blunt teasing of her nephew didn't seem out of place at all.
Su Mengyan didn't suspect a thing.
In fact, she secretly applauded Su Mengyun for steering the conversation in the right direction.
Since her sister had led them this far, Su Mengyan wasn't about to miss the opportunity.
She asked at once, "Then how big do you think is big?"
"Since he's sixteen, he ought to be at least sixteen centimeters long," Wang Yuyao said, deliberately making things difficult.
"Yuyao, aren't you making this a little hard on him?"
