After a moment, Zheng Muyao suddenly pursed her lips and asked tentatively, “Uncle Su, did you say all that because you disdain me for being too forward?”

Su Yi waved her over. “Come here.”

Zheng Muyao was stunned, but despite her confusion, she shifted her delicate frame closer and said in a sweet, sticky voice, “Uncle Su, what are you trying to do?”

Su Yi stretched out his hand, then, as if it were perfectly natural, squeezed the soft, delicate-looking skin of her cheek.

The girl’s body went rigid, and a hint of barely perceptible shame rose on her charming face. It was like she’d been struck by lightning; she hurriedly scooted away. Her bright eyes shone with anger, and she opened her mouth to speak, only to close it. However, her little fists silently clenched.

“You’re so on guard; you call that ‘being forward’?” Su Yi sprawled out and said flatly, “Quit pretending. Your father had you accompany me so that you could help me out. You’re supposed to save me trouble, not repeatedly test me.

Zheng Muyao’s expression shifted, and she said pitifully, “Uncle Su, what do you mean, ‘test’ you? Why is it that I don’t quite understand what you’re getting at?”

Su Yi’s gaze was clear but inscrutable....