"Uncle Canyuan, thank you for saving me," Chiang Xiao bowed to him.
In her previous life, she also owed Xu Canyuan a thank you.
However, Xu Canyuan was somewhat taken aback by her bow, stepped back and hastily waved his hand, "That's nothing, that's nothing, no need for thanks."
"It's only right!" Chiang Songhai put down his carrying basket, "Canyuan, my Little's life was saved by you, that's a great kindness. She's not just bowing to you, even if she kowtowed, you'd deserve it."
"Uncle Songhai, what are you talking about," Xu Canyuan, who wasn't good at speaking, looked helplessly at his own son.
However, Xu Lin, who resembled his mother in appearance, was very much like his father in nature, also not very good at expressing himself with words. Catching his father's glance, he just scratched the back of his head.
It was Chiang Xiao who noticed their discomfort and deftly changed the subject, much to the father and son's relief.
