"Nonsense." Sylvan Cheney glanced at him.
The young boy was immersed in joy, oblivious to Sylvan Cheney's sarcastic sneer, cheerfully said, "Uncle, do you know what kind of man is the most terrifying?"
"..."
"A man who doesn't know how to coax women!" The boy laughed heartily, "Girls are like little treasures, you're afraid they'll fall if you hold them in your hands, afraid they'll melt if you hold them in your mouth. Little treasures need to be pampered, indulged, and protected. If anything goes wrong, you should first reflect on yourself, not blame the little treasure. Think about it, how could a little treasure do anything wrong!"
"..." Sylvan gave him a glance.
"Uncle, your expression seems to disagree with me. This attitude will lead to a lonely life," the boy clicked his tongue, "You don't think girls can do anything wrong, do you?"
"Don't they?" Sylvan replied coldly.
