C503 Dreaming about Nangong Yu

Wen Shaoxing considered Ziyu family, so he spoke freely around him, unlike Wen Junting.

“You can say ‘kid,’ but not ‘milk,’” Wen Junting sternly warned.

Wen Shaoxing turned his head, puzzled. “What did I say wrong?”

“That last sentence,” Wen Junting replied quietly, avoiding Ziyu's curious gaze.

Wen Shaoxing genuinely didn’t know, so he looked at Ziyu. “What did I just say?”

“You said