You Don’t Like My Mother?

"Uncle Nine, please sit down. We have something to ask you." Lingbao smiled as he held her two brothers' hands and walked through the door.

Nine asked curiously, "After reading, is there anything you don't understand?"

Gu Lin came back from school every day. He had homework assigned by his teacher, so three days ago, Nine took the initiative to teach Dumby and Lingbao how to read and write.

Perhaps it was because Nine taught them too well, or perhaps it was because the two children had fallen in love with learning, but they had been coming over to ask Nine questions for the past few days.

Naturally, there were also many personal questions about Nine.

Faced with these personal questions, Nine always said he forgot about them.

"No, today is not about homework. There are some other things I want to ask Uncle Nine." Lingbao looked at Nine's handsome face and gentle expression and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.