Jinbao pointed to Wang Qi, who was silent, but whose ears had been propped up. "Uncle go!"

Uncle? Wang Qi's eyebrows jumped. He's not that old. He's not married. Can he call him brother?

"Jinbao, you can't do that. My uncle has a job."

Uncle...

Wang Qi was injured again. He got up and pretended to clean up his already clean desktop. "It's all right. I'm going to work. I'm going to drive."

Stay as steady as possible, hold the heart that is already jumping up, Wang Qile goes to drive leisurely.

Because of holding the child, Ye Shui-mo sat behind the business car, which had eight seats, and Jinbao...