C288 Melancholy Uncle

Hu Yiming, on the other hand, had a round green beard on his chin, which made him look like he was in a slump.

Hu Yiming touched his chin and raised his eyebrows at Yue Yihan: "How is it, wife? Do you have a melancholy temperament from a uncle?"

Yue Yihan giggled, her eyes curved into a crescent moon. She poked her nose with her index finger and said, "Uncle Sad, I think you're a big idiot