Shen Hanqian was not afraid either, her eyes gleaming with laughter, wearing an expression of pure innocence. "You know, Uncle Xiao, I got it!"
Xiao Qingcang laughed ominously, his smile exuding an exceptionally threatening and frightful air. "Uncle Xiao, I quite like this title, and I hope you keep calling me that. It'll make me happier!"
"Hehe, of course, I should call you that. You are Junjun's dad after all, and you're also five years older than me. With a generational gap every three years, you and I have one and a half gaps. Calling you uncle doesn't put me at a disadvantage at all!" She earnestly counted on her fingers as she spoke.
Xiao Qingcang's face darkened even more. She actually said there was a generation gap between them? "A generation gap doesn't matter, as long as we communicate more. The more opportunities we have to communicate, the smaller the gap will become!"
As he spoke of communication, he secretly winked at her.
Shen Hanqian felt a flutter in her chest.