Before Xia Ling could say anything else, a small shadow pranced towards Xia Moyan. "Uncle, uncle!"
Everyone looked down and saw little Shaohui hugging onto The Preceptor's right leg, looking up at him smilingly.
Old Master Li was in shock. "What… what did you call The Preceptor?!"
"Uncle…" Little Shaohui answered matter-of-factly. He raised his hands up towards Xia Moyan. "Carry me, uncle."
The Preceptor bent over and picked him up.
Old Master Li's face turned into various shades of red. He didn't realize that this problematic child was Xia Moyan's nephew! Moving down the same line of logic… if this child was Xia Moyan's nephew, then the child's mother was…
"The Preceptor is your brother?" Old Master Li asked Xia Ling with a look of disbelief.
He suddenly understood why Xia Ling dared treat The Preceptor with so much disrespect, and why the distant Preceptor Xia was so close to her. No wonder she was so brazen!
