Zhao Yang had a bitter smile as he entered the car. He just arrived when Zhao Yun greeted him with a smile on his face.
"Uncle! How is it– going– " Zhao Yun's voice weakened. The boy stared at Zhao Yang's dark face.
'...eh? Did something happen? Is the problem that serious or– '
Zhao Yun glanced at the man sitting next to him. Zhao Yang just crossed his legs, acting as if nothing had happened, but one could see his face...doesn't look fine.
'Why is uncle...looks like he just made a grave mistake? That look on his face…'
Zhao Yun gulped.
'He looks like he is regretting something and also blaming himself?'
"Uh, uncle...are you okay– " Zhao Yun asked out of concern, but Zhao Yang interrupted.
"I'm fine. Let's go."
In a mere second, Zhao Yang closed the car door, and the car departed, leaving Lai Jiayi alone.
The wind blew….and the dry brown leaves fluttered in the air before falling to the ground.
