"The last time mom and dad and I went to pick you up, you had dinner with him. I saw you singing with him on TV a few days ago."

"Xiaochuan remembers it so clearly, then say hello to uncle."

"Hello Uncle Yan, my name is Luo Zhenchuan, my mom said my name is Yi Zhenfeng..." The little guy got stuck and looked at Luo Qingman for help, "Auntie..."

"A pillow of fresh breeze, a mountain that stops and a river that flows. My sister-in-law said that explaining the name this way might scare the kids." Luo Qingman explained.

"It's a nice name. Hello, Xiaochuan. My name is Yan Huaiqing. I'm your aunt's..." Yan Huaiqing glanced at Luo Qingman next to him, "Friend."

He is your aunt's suitor.

"Last time I went to my aunt's room to play, you sent her a message, I saw it all, and I remembered your name."

"Really? Xiaochuan is very smart. How old is he this year?"

"Three years and one month old, do you want to go to dinner with my aunt?"

"Well, tell me what your aunt likes to eat and I'll order it for her."

Seeing how enthusiastically they were chatting, Luo Qingman directly stuffed the phone into Yan Huaiqing's hand.

"Let me think, fish, chicken wings, eggplant, green pepper, shrimp..."

"Anything else?"

“I can’t remember it for now.”

"What does your aunt like to do at home?"

Luo Qingman was holding the hand warmer. When she heard him asking questions, she couldn't help but glance at him, but she met his leisurely gaze.

This is half-revealed and not hidden at all.

"She likes to play with snowballs, draw, take photos, and watch movies. She says this is learning how others act."

"Is Xiaoxuetuan the cat your aunt raised?"

"Yes, Uncle Yan, how did you know?"

"Because your aunt posted it online."

"Has my aunt posted any of my posts online? Do the uncles and aunts who like my aunt know that I am her most favorite child?"

Luo Qingman tilted her head to look into the camera, "No, I haven't posted it before, because I want to protect our Xiaochuan's privacy and not disturb Xiaochuan's life, so auntie has never posted you before."

"Okay, love aunt." The little guy kissed the phone.

"Aunt loves you too. She loves our Xiaochuan very much."

These words made the little guy smile happily.

"Aunt, is Uncle Yan a good friend of yours?"

Luo Qingman turned her head to glance at Yan Huaiqing, and only at that moment did she realize how close she was to him, so close that if she got any closer they could kiss each other immediately.

His aura enveloped her completely, giving her a very oppressive feeling.

She took the phone back, sat up straight, and cleared her throat. "Why do you ask?"

She was actually frightened by a guy who was two years younger than her.

"Because I called you before, and when you were working with other uncles, you wouldn't let me say hello to them, and you would stay away from them."

Luo Qingman lowered her eyes and suddenly smiled, "Yeah, he's a very good friend. I'll take you to play with him next time."

“Yeah!”

"What are mom, dad, and grandpa and grandma doing?"

"Grandpa and grandma are watching TV. Dad and mom have gone back to their room. I don't know what they are doing. Aunt, I got three little red flowers today. One is because I got an excellent grade for my handicraft homework, and the second one is because..."

Luo Qingman listened patiently to the chatter of the little guy opposite her. After hearing the driver in front remind her that they were almost there, she said goodbye to Luo Zhenchuan.

Seeing her looking over, Yan Huaiqing asked with a smile: "When are you going to bring your nephew to play with me, Sister Qingman?"