Lin Yuan arrived at the back kitchen where Uncle Wang sat resting in front of the stove with his hands clasped over his head. Yet, it was the occasional sigh that betrayed Uncle Wang's troubles.
"Uncle Wang, what's wrong? Have you encountered some difficulties?" Although Uncle Wang and the others were employed by Lin Yuan, having spent a lot of time together, she had come to regard them as her own family. Seeing them in trouble made her feel very anxious.
Upon hearing Lin Yuan's voice, Uncle Wang suddenly lifted his head, his face still showing signs of the distress and sorrow that he hadn't had time to hide. Coupled with his graying hair, it was really hard to believe that he was only a few years older than Lin Jiaxin.
"Boss? You're here?" Uncle Wang quickly stood up from the small stool, looking noticeably uneasy.
