Hen Li swallowed nervously and asked, "Or else what?"
"Let me think." Shen Xinghan stroked his chin with one hand, feigning deep thought.
Shen Weilan, seeing this, mimicked him by touching her chin and making a thoughtful face.
This adorable act melted the hearts of Qiao Yuetong and Hen Li, their eyes gleaming as they stared at her, completely forgetting that Shen Xinghan was up to no good.
Shen Xinghan grinned delightedly, "I've got it."
Shen Weilan copied, "Got it."
"For each miss, I'll give you a kiss," Shen Xinghan said, nodding in satisfaction with his idea.
"Kiss," Shen Weilan nodded, blinked her big eyes, suddenly hugged her uncle's face, gave him a smack, and asked seriously, "Is this how you kiss, Uncle?"
"Little Weilan is really clever," Shen Xinghan said, rubbing his niece's head, with a hint of pride in his voice.
"Weilan, clever," Shen Weilan said, holding her head high, extremely happy.
"Little cutie, did you get that?"
