While Gu Weichen and Shen Xuanrun were enjoying some sweet time alone together, they received a call from Gu Maojie.
Gu Weichen held Shen Xuanrun in his arms and watched the phone ringing incessantly on the table, unmoved.
Gu Weichen (눈_눈): I don't want to answer. I absolutely don't want to answer. How could this cold, unfeeling phone compare to my sweet-smelling darling?
Shen Xuanrun was speechless. He pulled the two hands off his waist, only for them to wrap around him again immediately.
"Let go of me already! That's your nephew calling, your very own nephew. Are you going to answer or not?"
Feeling thoroughly wronged, Gu Weichen let go, picked up the phone on the table, and spoke with undisguised irritation.
"What is it?"
Gu Maojie, who had now advanced to first grade: ...
Uncle, it's been half a year since we last saw each other, hasn't it? Could you not sound so impatient? Where's our family affection?
You were clearly so reluctant to let me leave before, and now it's like I'm some kid you picked up off the street...
But for the sake of my auntie little sister, I won't hold this against you too much for now.
Shen Xuanrun snatched the phone from Gu Weichen's hand and threw in a huge eye roll for free.
Feeling even more wronged, Gu Weichen reached out and pulled his sweet-smelling wife back into his arms.
Shen Xuanrun spoke into the phone, asking earnestly, "Maojie, it's Brother Xuanrun. Is there something you needed to call your uncle about?"
Gu Maojie said, "Um... sorry for the trouble, Brother Shen, but please tell my uncle that I'm going back to stay at my maternal grandfather's tomorrow. Grandpa asked me to let him know."
Realization dawned on Gu Weichen.
After Yan Lang