Li Beijue only had to look away for a moment to see the little figure squeeze into the innermost part of the crowd.
His thin lips nearly formed a straight line, and his eyebrows knitted even tighter.
"Make way, please."
"Who is it?" the person who turned around with impatience immediately changed their attitude and made way with a love-struck expression.
Li Beijue had just reached the innermost part when he spotted the little one among the crowd.
He then heard a milky voice calling out softly and weakly, "Uncle..."
"Uncle... Uncle... Uncle..."
It felt as if a certain part of his heart had been struck as he looked in the direction of the voice, only to see a little girl with doll-like features and big watery eyes opening her arms and calling out unclearly, "Uncle... juice... Uncle..."
Was she trying to say uncle?
