Deng Qingjiang.
If she could help it, Chiang Xiao truly did not want to mention him.
But this man would continue to come before her, and avoiding him was futile.
"Mm," her voice was heavy, "but in my heart, I don't consider him my uncle. Back then, my grandparents adopted him with great reluctance. Of course, after adopting him, they were still good to him. My grandfather even spent all his savings to send him to be an apprentice, but once he left, he forgot his roots, never came home, and the one time he did come back, it was to change his surname."
Meng Xinian could detect the coldness in Chiang Xiao's voice toward this uncle.
"He used to be called Chiang Qingjiang, now he's Deng Qingjiang. It's been many years since he's returned to Siyang Village, and he doesn't inquire about my grandparents at all. So, he's not really a part of our family."
"No wonder my grandfather seemed so wary when he spoke of him."
