Yu Jinwen suddenly spoke, like thunder on the ground, everyone present was stunned for a moment, while Nan Song frowned.

Si Zhe turned his head and looked at his ex-husband.

"I am twenty years old."

Only twenty.

"So small." Yu Jinwen glanced in the direction of Nan Song. Nan Song met his gaze and for some reason saw a sense of ridicule in it, like "an old cow eats young grass."

Nan Song felt his energy and blood surge, and he was about to retaliate when he heard Si Zhe say calmly, "Fortunately, maybe uncle, you look older."

"..."

Nan Song couldn't help but want to laugh, wasn't it? He was an old! man over thirty years old!

Yu Jinwen was not irritated and just said calmly: "If you call me uncle, you can't call the person next to you sister. You have to call her aunt instead. Otherwise, didn't I unintentionally take advantage of her?"

Nan Song didn't seem to have this worry or concern. As soon as he turned his head, he shouted without any precaution, "Uncle."

Yu Jinwen: "..."

He looked at Nan Song in disbelief, feeling it was ridiculous, and laughed angrily: "What did you call me?"

"Uncle."

Nan Song had never called him uncle so sincerely in his life. He looked at Yu Jinwen with a pair of innocent eyes and said from the bottom of his heart: "You are quite old."

"..." Yu Jinwen felt heartbroken. He seemed to be only six years older than her.

Is it that old?

Si Zhe looked at Nan Song and said seriously, "Only those who are ugly are called aunties or aunties. My sister is so beautiful, she will always be a girl."

Listen, this is called human talk!

Nan Song patted Sizhe's head lightly and said with a smile: "Be good."

Yu Jinwen's eyes darkened, and he felt an unknown fire welling up in his chest. He glanced at Nan Song like a blade and patted the little kid's head. He wished he could cut off all his hair and send him to the Shaolin Temple. , be a little monk!

Gu Heng and He Zhao sat nervously in the back seat, holding their phones with their heads down and pretending to be working, not daring to raise their heads.

What kind of Shura field is this???

Want to get off...

There was a slight silence in the carriage for a moment.

Yu Jinwen pursed his lips slightly and continued to question Si Zhe, "Still in school?"

"Yeah. Sophomore year of college."

"In Nancheng?

"right."

"which university?"

"S big."

"oh."

Yu Jinwen paused, and the carriage was silent for a few minutes.

Then, he asked again, with a somewhat casual attitude, "What's your name?"

Si Zhe also paused for a moment, looking at Yu Jinwen with clear and cold eyebrows, and his voice was slightly cold, "Si Zhe. Philosophical Zhe."

Yu Jinwen thought about the name and guessed his relationship with the priest.

"Who else is at home?"

This time, without waiting for Si Zhe to answer, Nan Song couldn't bear it anymore and gave him a cold look, "Are you done yet? Are you checking your household registration?"
Chapter completed!