"Uncle, did you see that? Huahua is getting restless in the springtime," Liu Tangtang said, pouting her lips and swinging her little fists.
"What?!" Lin Zifeng felt a headache coming on. What does "restless in the springtime" mean? It sounded like Huahua was sneaking around with some guy.
"Didn't you notice that Huahua has a soft spot for Deng Ziwen?"
"Don't know, don't care."
"Tsk, uncle, why don't you care about anything?"
"Why should I care? What's it to me?" Lin Zifeng wondered, perplexed. Huahua's love life, being pursued by others – that didn't seem to have anything to do with him at all.
He hadn't even managed to deal with the old empress at home; how could he have time to meddle in so many matters?
"Hehe, uncle, you're so bad," Liu Tangtang suddenly clung to him again, and that pair of bastards started rubbing against his arm.