Tang San smiled and said, "Auntie, as a noble lady, prying into someone else's privacy is quite rude. This is what you taught me."
Yuehua huffed, "Am I just someone to you? I am your blood aunt. With your father absent, I am your elder. Confess and be lenient."
Helpless, Tang San shook his head, but at that moment, a strong wave of longing suddenly surged in his heart.
Five years, Xiaowu, are you well?
Seeing the desolation deep in Tang San's eyes, Yuehua asked no further. She raised her hand and ruffled Tang San's hair, looking at her nephew who was now a head taller than her, her beautiful eyes overflowing with tenderness and indulgence, "Silly boy, what are you thinking about? You're surprisingly sentimental. Just like your father."
Tang San gazed at Yuehua, "Auntie, can I graduate from your tutelage now?"
