Seeing the talented and refined Shu Lang, many people were staring, for such a fine young man couldn't be found anywhere else within miles.
Ruan Jie felt everyone looking at his uncle and, not knowing where his sense of superiority came from, he puffed out his chest and walked beside him with great pride.
When someone saw them, they smiled and asked, "Jiezi, is that really your uncle?"
"Of course, can't you tell? My uncle looks exactly like my older brother!" Ruan Jie answered.
At this, Shu Lang laughed, and with that smile, he looked even more like Ruan Hao. Those who were used to seeing Ruan Hao involuntarily nodded in agreement; the resemblance was indeed striking.
Ruan Jiaojiao, lacking Ruan Jie's pride, silently rode her little bicycle at the front.
She hadn't fully accepted this uncle of hers, unable to pinpoint exactly what she was resisting.
The three of them made their way to the old house in a leisurely manner.
