Mo Baiyou's lips curved into a thin smile that felt like a warm spring breeze, "Mo Shuai? Hmm, that does sound like a rather nice appellation."
"Of course! You're the first handsome uncle who's made my heart flutter!" That deadbeat dad doesn't count; no matter how good-looking he is, his disreputable character has deducted all his points in my book.
"Alright, whatever you call me, uncle likes it. Yichu, your daughter is really adorable." Mo Baiyou said quite naturally, inadvertently changing Ning Yichu's address in the process. It gave her a moment's strange illusion, but seeing Mo Baiyou's calm and composed demeanor, it was as if he was merely paying a cordial visit to an old friend.
Ning Yichu didn't make an effort to redraw any lines, "Thank you, this imp looks cute on the outside but houses a little devil inside."
"Woo, Mommy, don't badmouth me in front of Mo Shuai..." The usually whimsical Ningning unexpectedly objected.