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Gama Young didn't dare move; his heart was in utter collapse. What sins had he committed to have such an uncle who appeared and vanished like a ghost, and would torture him at the drop of a hat?
Sitting on the ground, he wondered whether to stand up, for even if he did, he would likely be knocked back down. So standing would be a waste.
He glanced at Dylan Young, shivering at his lazy and indifferent gaze. Without further ado, he scrambled to his feet, shrank his head down and stood in front of Dylan, not daring to move an inch. He stuttered, "Second Uncle... I, I... might as well stand..."
Standing felt somewhat more comfortable. Sitting... ha... sitting so close, it's so convenient to be kicked.
Dylan glanced at him, "Then speak."
Gama scratched his head, "Second Uncle, I... I really didn't say anything? I swear, I really didn't say anything..."
His conversation with his mum today had been quite normal. Nothing particularly significant.
