He Qingge rubbed the white stone ball in his hand and squeezed it with all his strength. It was not damaged. He did not know what its specific function was.
When he returned to the living room, he was a little surprised to see Su Zimei and his mother chatting happily.
At this moment, a 14 or 15-year-old youth returned.
"Lil Yuan, this is your uncle," He Da hurriedly said.
"Uncle?" He Yuan looked at He Qingge curiously.
In order to meet such a person, his father had specially asked someone to call him back from the academy.
"Qingge, this is my son, He Yuan," He Da introduced.
He Yuan called him Uncle calmly and looked around. Then, he was instantly attracted by Su Zimei.
He could not take his eyes off her. He had never thought that there would be such a charming woman in this world.
She was even more charming than the talented girls he met in the academy.
