Mu Qingli shuffled further inside and said to Fu Lanshen, "Uncle Seven, please take a seat here."
"Alright." Fu Lanshen nodded slightly and sat down across from Mu Qingli.
As he sat down, the atmosphere around Mu Qingli seemed to grow more oppressive.
"Lili, you call me grandma, and Shenshen also calls me grandma, but you also call Shenshen Uncle Seven. The generational difference seems too much! Anyone who didn't know better might really think you are Shenshen's niece. From now on, just call him by his name; Shenshen, Lanshen, Fu Lanshen, or Stinky boy, whatever you like."
"That... might be a bit disrespectful," Mu Qingli said, lifting her eyes uncomfortably.
In the entire Imperial City, there weren't many who dared to address Fu Lanshen so casually.
If she really called him that, it would certainly lead to misunderstandings.
"What's so disrespectful about it?" Madame Fu squinted her eyes and continued, "If you really think it's disrespectful, just call him 'Brother Seven.'