Huang Xikong was moved for three seconds.
Wanwan shattered the atmosphere with just one sentence.
He walked over to the sofa in the living room and sat down, patting the space beside him. "Come, sit here."
Wanwan, in her bunny slippers, struggled up onto the sofa and nestled into the corner, tilting her head to look at Huang Xikong. "So, Uncle Huang, what do you want to talk to me about?"
"Let's chat about life."
"I'm not interested in that. Life... seems like a boring topic to me."
Huang Xikong flipped his hand and pulled out a bag of marshmallows, casually tossing it into her lap.
Wanwan hugged the bag of marshmallows, immediately sitting up straighter, her eyes much brighter. "Now I think I can hold out for three minutes."
Huang Xikong reached out, his face expressing extreme disdain. "Just three minutes, give it back to me."
"A gift given to someone else is like water spilled, it can't be taken back."
Wanwan casually stuffed the bag of marshmallows into her pocket.