With such an exaggerated expression, who are they trying to fool?

The little guy pursed his lips a few more times before finally speaking:

"Uncle Wen, let's get down to business."

Honestly, I don't want to discourage you, Uncle Wen!

Respect for the elderly and love for the young are ingrained in their very being.

Looking at the earnest little man, Wen Mu's face twitched awkwardly a few times before he coughed:

"Oh, you're making a phone call? Okay, do you want to dial it yourself or should your uncle help you?"

The little guy crawled right under the desk. Well, the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, so there's no need to go around in circles to save time.

This startled Wen Mu, who quickly stood up from his chair.

As for the little man, he didn't pay much attention to that. After crawling through, he skillfully picked up the phone and started dialing.

It should be said that once you've gone through the numbers in a little person's mind once, you'll become very familiar with them afterwards.

That extraordinary, almost monstrous memory is something not everyone possesses.

Judging from the little man's actions, well, there's no need to hear the answer anymore; we've already seen it.

Wen Mu stood quietly to the side, not disturbing the little guy.

Tuanzi seemed to completely ignore the other person in the room, anxiously dialing the number and waiting for the other party to answer.

The phone rang several times before it was finally answered.

"Hello, this is the Xi residence."

I recognized the voice immediately; it was the Xi family's butler.

"Grandpa Butler, it's me, it's Tuanzi!"

"Oh, the young master of the Gu family?"

"Grandpa Butler, where's my older brother?"

Sure enough, the Xi family's butler paused for a moment before answering on the other end of the phone:

"Young Master is resting upstairs."

rest?

"Grandpa Butler, is big brother sick?"

"Why!"

The other party simply sighed and did not reply.

Now, besides sighing, I don't know what else to do.

I am indeed sick, but the illness is not physical, but mental!

It's a mental illness!

The entire Xi family is extremely worried, but they are helpless. They have tried everything, but nothing works!

"Grandpa Butler?"

Hearing the young master of the Gu family's voice on the phone again, the Xi family's butler finally came to his senses:

"Young Master, the young master is indeed ill."

The little guy looked like he was about to cry:

"Big brother, where are you sick? Does it hurt? Are you feeling unwell?" A barrage of questions was asked, but before the Xi family's butler could answer on the other end of the phone, the little boy couldn't wait to speak again:

"Oh dear, Grandpa Butler, please take good care of my big brother. I'll come see him soon."

Forehead?

The old steward of the Xi family was truly shocked to hear this:

"Young Master, you're coming?"

Here, the petty person is immediately taken for granted:

"Of course, since big brother is sick, Tuanzi naturally has to come and see him. Grandpa Butler, you must take good care of big brother!"

How could the Xi family butler refuse such a sincere request from the little guy?

"good!"

Sure enough, after receiving the answer, the little man finally smiled:

"Okay, that's settled then, Grandpa Butler, I'm hanging up now!"

The child has been taught by his parents that when making phone calls in the office, he shouldn't take up too much time to avoid interfering with the possibility of important calls coming in!

Now that the most important things have been said, the little guy feels that's enough.

With a snap, the phone was disconnected.

The person was already standing in front of Wenmu: