After making a phone call, Snow Collins turned around to see Little Catfish staring at him wide-eyed.
"Uncle, hug me!" Little Catfish pleaded to Snow Collins.
Snow glanced at him, "I've told you countless times that as a man, you shouldn't always ask to be held."
Little Catfish huffed, "Uncle, you're not cute at all. You'll definitely have trouble finding a wife in the future."
With his rigid personality, he'd better not fall for Bella Scott, or else she'll be suffocated by Mr. Collins.
Snow Collins didn't bother acknowledging Little Catfish, who followed him and began to chatter away, "Uncle, when are you going to get married? You're not young anymore, thirty and still a bachelor. If you don't marry soon, you'll never get rid of your single status."
As he spoke, he suddenly asked in fright, "Uncle, you don't like my mom, do you? The manly woman? That won't do; my mom doesn't deserve someone like you... "
Snow Collins halted and abruptly turned to look at Little Catfish.