Nonsense! Long Aotian Can't Be a Sweet Bean Cub

As a seasoned novel enthusiast, Wen Shuqiao never expected to catch the transmigration trend herself. The bad news is that she transmigrated into a healing-oriented Long Aotian novel, becoming the ...

Chapter 15 is about my uncle!!!

The system hates these idiots the most. Once Canbao returns to the Shen family, let's see if these people still dare to ignore their aunt!

Can Can didn't understand why Xi Tong was suddenly angry, but it knew that being angry was bad, and Can Can was afraid.

He looked at Wen Shuqiao, who was still hugging him. She was looking at her phone and talking about something.

Can Can hugged her aunt tightly.

Wen Shuqiao asked, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Auntie, prepare the dishes." Canbao relayed the system's message to her.

Although he didn't know why they needed to cook now, since there weren't any vegetables available.

The system was used to Canbao saying it again and again, so it just silently shut its mouth.

Wen Shuqiao was talking with the people at Tingguang Studio when she heard Canbao's words and asked in confusion, "What?"

Just then, a commotion arose at the top of the stairs on the second floor.

Wen Shuqiao subconsciously looked over and saw a lot of people coming down from the second floor. The leader was a young man, and even from a distance, you could still see his handsome appearance.

With just a glance from afar, Wen Shuqiao couldn't help but think to herself how handsome this person was.

He walked at the front, his long legs, encased in suit trousers, firmly planted on the steps, his expression very cold, suggesting he wasn't easy to get along with.

Wen Shuqiao quickly looked away, realizing it was impolite to stare at people like that.

But as soon as she looked away, Can Can hugged her tighter, burying her face in Wen Shu Qiao's shoulder, acting like she was being stubborn and refusing to come out.

Wen Shuqiao asked, "What's wrong, Canbao?"

She felt Canbao trying to burrow into her arms, as if he had been frightened by something.

Unbeknownst to Wen Shuqiao, the system inside Canbao's brain had gone berserk, flashing its indicator lights and frantically urging: [Canbao! Canbao! It's Uncle! It's Uncle! Hurry, hurry! Ahhhhh, Uncle!!! !!! ]