Uncle Ming, Thank You

Ming Ansheng glanced back at her, she had curled herself up to a ball. It seemed like she was feeling really insecure. He couldn't read her expression as her thick eyelashes covered her eyes.

'Such a tiny and lovely girl, how could anyone not dote on her? But…'

A crease appeared in between Ming Ansheng's eyebrows and he corrected her. "In the future, if you're asking for a favor, say please send me to the hospital."

As he spoke, he peered through the rearview mirror.

However, he had clearly overestimated his ability to convince or teach her. Su Yue was still lost in her own thoughts. She suddenly blurted out, "Don't tell my third sister-in-law."

Ming Ansheng was speechless…

His phone rang, and Yan Rusheng was on the other line.

He stretched out to hand her the phone. "Your third brother."

Su Yue didn't accept and eyed him. "It's not my third sister-in-law."