Zhang Chao followed Ling Tianxin into her room. He was concerned that Zhang Zihao might interfere, so he turned around and locked the door behind him.
Ling Tianxin had huddled herself up in the quilt, shaking fearfully.
Zhang Chao closed the curtains, turned off the light, walked to the bed, and yanked the quilt off Ling Tianxin.
"Ah!" Ling Tianxin screamed. She sat on the bed with her arms around her legs, curled into a ball.
"What's wrong, Tianxin? Are you afraid of your uncle?" Zhang Chao said as he smiled and sat on the bed. He then said gently, "Don't be scared of me. Did you forget that your mom said you should listen to your uncle?"
Ling Tianxin raised her head, trembling. She looked into Zhang Chao's eyes with innocence and nodded.
Zhang Chao moved closer to Ling Tianxin. He held her small hands and said, "Uncle treats you like a daughter. That is why I gave you the massage. I always gave the same massage to your brother."
