"Uncle."
As soon as Fan Shaoming's car had come to a stop, Little Mingyu opened the door himself, his Treasure Bag on his back, laughing and running towards the owner of the Lamborghini, the Jun Family's eldest young master, Jun Mo.
Mingyu had just landed on his feet and had wrapped his arms around his uncle's legs. Jun Mo's normally austere face softened with a hint of a smile as he bent down and scooped up his nephew, planting two kisses on Little Mingyu's handsome and adorable cheeks before speaking, "Mingyu, why have you come too?"