"This is the Yuanyuan I told you about. She's the little girl who's betrothed to Mucheng when they were young." Niu Ailan glared at him.
Ji Yuanyuan very politely greeted him. "Uncle Qin, how are you?"
Qin Xiaojie's movements stopped.
The year Qin Mucheng was born, he was only eight years old. He had already become Qin Mucheng's little uncle.
However, after so many years, the chances of him and Qin Mucheng meeting could be counted on one's fingers.
Therefore, there weren't many opportunities for him to be called uncle.
He was only twenty-one years old. He felt a little aggrieved to be called uncle by a child of his age.
Ji Yuanyuan raised the bowl of soup in his hand. "This is the soup my mother made. I wanted to give it to Auntie Xiaomin."
Niu Ailan forced a smile and looked at Qin Xiaojie. "Bring her to your Sister!"
Ji Yuanyuan was just a child, and Niu Ailan was not afraid she would play any tricks, so she agreed readily.
