Feng Huaimu chuckled, his big hand gently stroking Tuanzi's head, his fingers brushing through his soft hair.
Seeing Feng Huaimu silent, Tuanzi looked at him eagerly with a pitiful voice: "Uncle, Uncle, do you think Tuanzi is better, or is little aunt Feng Yuxin better?"
A trace of surprise flashed in Feng Huaimu's eyes: "Feng Yuxin? You... you mean the youngest sister, Nannan?"
A smile suddenly flashed in Feng Huaimu's eyes, "What about her?"
The youngest sister, Nannan, only had a nickname. It was rumored that their father was recently consulting a metaphysics master to choose a name, and Feng Yuxin was just one of the few names being considered?
Tuanzi seemed to know quite clearly.
Tuanzi tugged at the fabric on Feng Huaimu's knee, looking at him eagerly, asking again: "Does Uncle think little aunt is better, or is Tuanzi better? Who is more obedient? Who listens more?"
Considering his flattering demeanor just now, he should be the best, right?
