Sun Qing looked at the old man's receding figure and, with a sigh, placed the brown paper bag into her carry-on bag, her expression serious.
"Teacher Zhan, your uncle truly cherishes you."
Zhan Se didn't look at her, her gaze trailing the weary silhouette of her old uncle, her eyes brimming with mist.
"Yes, my uncle, he has always been very fond of me…"
"In an era where familial affection is becoming increasingly diluted, having such a caring uncle is really positive energy."
Zhan Se pursed her lips, feeling a twinge of heartache.
For a person accustomed to poverty all their life, not everyone has the courage and integrity to refuse a large sum of money.
Uncle…
After the old uncle and aunt had left, Zhan Se didn't return home.
But she didn't expect that Emperor Quan, who had left Yilan Manor, hadn't come back to Jinshan Villa for three consecutive days.
