"..."
Zhao Tong remained silent, stubbornly looking at Chen Ye, his hands clenched tightly, refusing to step forward and bow.
"You stubborn child!"
Zhao Yushuang sighed softly, feeling very disappointed.
Tsk...
Chen Ye raised his eyebrows with interest.
Why is this guy staring at him with bloodshot eyes?
He clearly hasn't done anything, right?
Chen Ye naturally patted Zhao Yushuang's shoulder, generously:
"Yu Shuang, no worries. Your nephew is also straightforward. It's normal for young people to have some arrogance. I've interacted with him before, I'm used to it."
Zhao Tong watched the scene, his eyes nearly splitting.
Patted... Patted?!
That filthy hand of Chen, actually patted his aunt?!
And the most crushing part was,
His aunt, who always had a cleanliness obsession and hated being touched by men, not only didn't shy away but her eyelashes trembled slightly, showing a bit of coyness.
"Sorry for the embarrassment."
