My little uncle is my father's younger brother.
I heard that he was very capable and could help my father run the company at the age of eighteen.
He doesn't like oranges, but I just want to call him Mr. Orange.
My parents often go on business trips, so he naturally moved into my house just because he took care of me? !
I pounded the table: "Mr. Orange, I'm eighteen years old. You helped my father open a company when you were eighteen. Why can't I find a boyfriend?!!!"
He looked arrogant: "Humph!"