"Uncle, I'm sorry." Chale Cheney quickly apologized.
The corridor was slightly dim, with the man's head lowered, gaze falling on the little one.
His hands were in the pockets of his coat. His face wore a gloomy expression, with a faint trace of sarcasm tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Seeing Uncle not talking to him, Chale Cheney looked up.
He saw...it was-
Uncle Fern!
In Lonton, he had seen his uncle a few times. He didn't remember much, but he recognized him.
What a coincidence, Uncle Fern also came to Landon?
"Uncle Fern?" he called out.
"Hmm." Uncle Fern responded, "Having a meal?"
"Yeah, having a meal."
"Who with?" Uncle Fern asked nonchalantly.
His handsome face carried a layer of indifference, with an indescribable glint in his eyes.
With the dim light in the corridor, his face was cast in shadows.
"With the one I like," Chale Cheney replied.
Uncle Fern didn't bother to ask further, he took out a cigarette box from his pocket and pulled a cigarette out.
