Uncle?
Lu Qingyan?!
The baby had already wrapped his arms around Lu Qingyan's legs, tears welling up in his red-rimmed eyes as he sobbed and hiccupped, his little stubby finger pointing at Jiang Nanshu: "It's her, hic, bullying children."
Lu Qingyan followed the direction of his pointing and saw Jiang Nanshu.
[So we're tattling now, are we!]
She cleared her throat lightly, her expression feigning innocence but lacking confidence, "I really didn't do it... My third brother can vouch for me, right, brother?"
Jiang Hemian: "..."
Not at all.
He chose silence.
[Great, a real piece of work, abandoning even your sister at a critical moment, and you still want to live in peace with me? I'm going to smash your hand with a cup and break your bones later.]
Jiang Hemian's brows twitched.
His hand suddenly started to hurt again.
For the first time in his life, he went against his conscience and responded, "I believe her..."
[Ah, that's more like it.]