How could he refute what his grandson had said? He looked at Luo Jiaojiao helplessly, a hint of reluctance in his eyes, and nodded slightly, with a bit of regret in his tone: "Take it back, I'll give it to you. Take good care of it, don't waste it, understand?"
The old man turned to look at his grandson and said unhappily, "Sun Nan'an, I'm sorry to tell you that you don't have any milk candy today."
Luo Jiaojiao looked at Leng Mohan gratefully, with a questioning look in her eyes, as if asking: "Can I really accept it?"
Leng Mohan had actually noticed that the old man selling flowers in front of him had an outstanding temperament. Although his clothes were plain, they were neat and clean without a single wrinkle, and he was obviously not an ordinary person.
He thought to himself that he should just give the old man more money, and he would not take advantage of him.
Leng Mohan nodded slightly, but his eyes involuntarily fell on the little boy holding Luo Jiaojiao's hand, and a trace of displeasure suddenly arose in his heart.
Leng Mohan's face was as frozen as ice, without any expression, but his movements were gentle and silent, as if he was afraid of attracting other people's attention.
He carefully pulled Luo Jiaojiao's hand away from the little boy's hand, as if he was guarding something precious.
Sun Nan'an, this clever kid, had eyes as sharp as an eagle and keenly captured Leng Mohan's subtle intentions.
He blinked his big, mischievous eyes and asked directly without any concealment, "Uncle, don't you like me holding my sister's hand?"
Leng Mohan's face showed a look of astonishment, and he looked straight at Sun Nan'an, as if he couldn't believe what he heard. There was a hint of questioning in his voice: "What did you call me?"
Sun Nan'an met Leng Mohan's majestic gaze without fear, and said confidently: "Uncle."
"I am your fairy sister's husband." His tone was firm and persistent, as if he was announcing his identity to Leng Mohan.
Leng Mohan looked at the little brat helplessly. He must have done it on purpose, calling Luo Jiaojiao sister and calling him uncle.
Sun Nan'an frowned and stared at Luo Jiaojiao with suspicion, his eyes revealing deep worry and obvious distrust.
He asked softly, "Fairy sister, is this cold uncle really your husband? Were you forced by him?" There was a hint of anxiety in his voice, as if he was afraid that Luo Jiaojiao would suffer even the slightest harm.
Luo Jiaojiao keenly sensed that Leng Mohan was about to get angry, so she quickly explained, "Little brother, don't get me wrong, I really wasn't forced into any situation, he really treats me very well, I'm willing to be with him. Brother Leng just looks a little cold, but he's actually a very good person."
As she spoke, she reached out and gently stroked Leng Mohan's arm, hoping to calm his anger.
To thank Sun Nan'an, Luo Jiaojiao took out some milk candies from her pocket, handed them to Sun Nan'an with a smile, and said, "These are for you as a thank you for giving me the seeds."
Her eyes were full of tenderness and kindness, like the warm sunshine in spring.
Sun Nan'an took the milk candy with great joy, a surprised smile on his face, as if he had received the most precious gift.
Sun Nan'an looked at Luo Jiaojiao with great joy, his eyes revealing sincere emotions. He said softly, "Fairy sister, you are not only beautiful, but also very kind-hearted. Is there anything else you want? As long as you tell me, I am willing to give it to you."
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