"Uncle!" Luo Qingli licked her lips, feeling somewhat fearful.
"..." Gu Yuying took a quick glance at Luo Qingli, then elegantly sat down on the sofa, casually picking up a magazine from the glass coffee table.
Luo Qingli was tense, like a child who had done something wrong, even though she had no idea what she'd done wrongly.
She interlocked her little hands, thickened her skin, and sat next to Gu Yuying, putting on what she thought was a sweet smile. "Uncle!"
"Hmm!" Gu Yuying responded, but he didn't look at Luo Qingli.
Unable to figure out what Gu Yuying was thinking, Luo Qingli increasingly felt uneasy. He was fine in the morning, so why did he act like this when he came home from work?
Did he get frustrated at the office?
No sooner had this thought come to her mind than Luo Qingli shook her head and discarded the idea. It was already very good that Gu Yuying didn't let anyone frustrate him. There's no way he could be frustrated by others.