Sorrowful

At that point, there wasn't much time to react, so when he saw his younger niece had pushed the doped teacup towards his older niece, he couldn't help it but walked out.

"What are you doing?" His voice was low and his question aimed at his younger niece. At the same time, he raised his hand and gestured to his older niece who was about to drink the tea to wait.

When Duan Linlin saw him, there was panic in her eyes. She stood up guiltily and called out in a panic: "Second Uncle, you, why are you here?"

"I'm asking you, what are you doing?" Duan Mubai stared at her and asked sharply.

"I, I came to have tea and chat with my elder sister." She lowered her head, not daring to look at him, and her voice became softer.

At this time, Duan Yingying, who was sitting down, had stood up. She smiled softly at Duan Mubai and spread out a piece of paper with two words written on it, Second Uncle.