Jiang Kechu could never have imagined that at the young age of twenty-six, he would be called "uncle" by someone, especially a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl. He felt his temples throbbing.
It seemed he saw the teasing in Wan Chu'er's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat—this girl was doing it on purpose!
Indeed, Wan Chu'er did it intentionally. She deliberately called Jiang Kechu "Uncle," and after saying it, she felt good about the term.
This set a clear boundary between them as they were now of different generations; there could be no further inappropriate relations.
Seeing Jiang Kechu's restrained expression, Wan Chu'er loudly called out again, "Uncle Jiang, is there any particular reason for your visit to our house?"
She had just seen the sorrow on Bai Zhixi's face; even after so many years, mentioning her father and mother still stirred emotions.
