After hearing Fubao's words, Ye Xiangqian couldn't help but say, "Fubao is so obedient. Ye Yan, you should learn from Fubao."
"Is your name Fubao? Aren't you called Lu Tianhui? How did you become Fubao?" Ye Yan, completely indifferent to the frightening medicine smeared on his face, curiously asked Fubao.
Kids, you know, their anger comes swiftly and goes just as quickly.
No matter how unruly Ye Yan is, he's still a child under ten years old.
Fubao replied seriously, "Lu Tianhui is my formal name; Fubao is my nickname. Also, Ye Yan, Uncle Ye talked to you—you're supposed to respond to him first before speaking to me. That's the polite thing to do."
Ye Yan was momentarily stunned.
Just as Ye Xiangqian was about to respond, he heard Ye Yan softly say, "Dad, I'm sorry. Did I cause you trouble? Shen Feng's mom is so shameless—a hundred yuan could buy so many things."
His grandparents only gave him one yuan in lucky money each year, yet Su Meixiang dared to ask for a hundred.
