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Chapter 456 “Are You Going to Scram or What? (3)”

The timing of Di Cang’s entrance couldn’t be anymore inappropriate. Not only did he get to witness firsthand Bai Yan handing a handkerchief over to the teen, their hands are actually touching!

In a blink of an eye, a storm seems to have covered the entire room due to the man’s gloominess.

“Di Cang… what a coincident that you came at this time.” Twitching in the corner of her mouth after jerking up from the chair, Bai Yan hurries to take the lead in directing the story.

“Yes, what a coincident this is,” stomping over to make a grab for that dainty hand in question, Di Cang’s appearance was overflowing with the ooze of jealousy while he eyed the lolly-faced opponent: “What were you two doing just now?”

“I… was helping Piggy wipe his tears.”

Piggy?

“Your handkerchief is really just for that pig?”

“Yep, only for the pig….” She regretted it the second after that involuntarily response.

I clearly didn’t do anything here, why am I explaining myself back forth and forth in front of Di Cang? Not like I need to anyways!

As for the pink piggy whose responsible for the misunderstanding, the poor thing already lost all semblance of its former self. Scared to the point where he couldn’t even raise his pig head, the little guy was clearly being overwhelmed by that dominating aura.

“Who is he?” Pressing his lips together, Di Cang continues to ask.

Working fast in the brain, Bai Yan blurts out the first thing that came to mind: “My little brother.”

“Your little brother? How come I never knew you had another little brother aside from Bai Xiao?”

“This…” Stumped by that comment, “If I say he is then he is, am I right my son?”

Without disappointment, Bai Xiachen hurries to nods his little head like a rocking drum in support: “Uncle Mo is Mother’s little brother, that’s right.”

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“If he’s your mother’s little brother, then why are you addressing him like that?”

“…..”

Note: He used his surname instead of Shang, which would be considered a formal way of addressing someone and not a close family member.

Showing a dull face like he’s lost, the little steambun didn’t get the question from his old man .

Did I say something wrong there?

“Yan Yan,” dubious in his eyes, Mo Li Shang returns a look of his own at the tyrannical figure across from himself, “Have I met him before?”

Why can’t I remember anything…?

Heavily furrowing that brow, Mo Li Shang painfully grabs onto his own head in pain. That cheek had turned dreadfully pale like its been devoid of color, bordering on the line of transparency even.

“Shang Shang!” Frightened by that sudden change, Bai Yan made a quick dash over in order to rub the teen’s forehead: “If you forgot then its fine, there’s no need to push yourself. Some memories are not meant to be remembered, that’s why some people choose to forget those painful ones.”

Stiffening over the touch, over the soothing voice, the lad gradually returns to norm. “Okay, I will listen to you….”

Likely stable in his emotions again, Mo Li Shang then slowly stood up like he’s been released. Oddly enough, the impression was neither feministic nor manly from his blooming smile, it’s just pure and clean like the good of the world.

“Son, go back with Shang Shang and rest, I will come join you two afterwards.” Flicking a wink at the baby boy, Bai Yan orders.

“Okay Mother, I will wait for you.”

Giving one final and reluctant glance at the unfinished dishes on the table, Bai Xiachen firmly licks away the last bit of sauce from his thumb before jumping off the chair.

“Uncle Mo, I am so tired, can you take me to my room to rest?”