The atmosphere suddenly changed and became a little cold.
Lin Yiqian's expression froze as she looked at song Changlin in confusion.
"You ..." Song Changlin paused for a second as he looked at Lin Yiqian's face.""Still call me by my name."
Even Lin Yiqian did not care about Changlin after he had called her that for more than ten years.
However, his uncle was indeed his uncle.
Lin Yiqian smiled but did not continue the topic."You should get back to work. I'm going home now. I've promised Xiaoyu that I'd bring some dumplings home. That fellow is waiting for me at home."
"He's even more gluttonous than Shenshen when he was young." Song Changlin's smile turned gentle and affectionate as soon as Gu nianshen was mentioned.
"My nephew is like my uncle," Lin Yiqian joked.
The smile on her face was a little mischievous.
Song Changlin was stunned as he recalled the time when he first met Lin Yiqian.
