"Meow meow, Brother Qi, can I ask one last question, meow?"
Mao Zimiao's younger sister, Mao Zimin, bounced around Wang Qi before finally reaching out to tug at the corner of his clothes.
"I have loved." Wang Qi stared seriously at the book in his hands and answered without even looking up.
The little girl put a finger in her mouth and asked in confusion, "But I haven't asked yet, meow! How did you know, Brother Qi?"
"Prediction—this is why I hate kids the most... Don't swarm around me asking random questions! And don't get drool on my clothes!"
The little girl paid no attention to Wang Qi's awful attitude. Over the past few days, Mao Zimiao had often gone to the Immortal Alliance's headquarters to inquire about the war at the West Border because she was worried about her father. She could not take children along for that sort of thing. Thus, Wang Qi had no choice but to look after the children every few days. After several days together, Mao Zhi'a was still none the wiser, but Mao Zimin had already become very familiar with this big brother who was always reading strange books.
Especially since, whenever this big brother was not reading, he was quite willing to play with her.
Following her big brother's words, Mao Zimin quickly reached an astonishing conclusion. "My question just now was, 'What is the relationship between Brother Qi and Sister, meow?' Brother Qi said, 'I have loved,' which means..."
Wang Qi nodded firmly. "I really do love bullying your sister."
"Meow? But Sister always looks really happy when she's with Brother Qi, meow..."
"Xiao Min! What nonsense are you saying, meow?!" The furious Mao Zimiao rushed over and dragged her younger sister away. Wang Qi, meanwhile, sighed where he stood. "Kids