"You really should call me Uncle Ling. I held you when you were two or three years old!" Ling Zhiwei looked at Wen Xin with affection in his eyes, full of loving glances.
"Back when your father was still alive, he and I had some interactions. Your younger brother had just been born..."
"This is not the time to talk about those things, Dad... There will be another chance to have a good, private chat with Wen Xin later."
Ling Yichen timely stopped Ling Zhiwei from saying more, feeling that it was inappropriate to bring up Wen Xin's parents' issues amidst the crowd.
Ling Zhiwei understood the implication in Ling Yichen's words, nodded his head, "Right, this really isn't the place to say so much, but no matter what, it's good that you are back!"
Wen Xin, carrying her backpack, smiled softly and nodded faintly. She hadn't expected that revealing her identity today would bring out so many acquaintances; it seemed she really knew too little about these people in Beijing.
