Xiao Ming, though he hadn't had the chance to cultivate into an old demon in his previous life, had still accumulated quite a bit of expertise from over a decade of life's sharp dangers.
Putting aside what Ye Jin'an's true intentions were for now, just the gash in the palm and the blood that had flowed out were enough for him to call out unreservedly, "Uncle."
But Ye Jin'an couldn't have anticipated this, and he couldn't even afford to think about it. His eyes, which had not quite cleared of their redness, turned even redder in an instant, looking as if he would start crying if not for the many people present.
Of course, Lu Lichun was even more unexpected, but she was clever. After swiftly covering her mouth to stop the exclamation that was about to escape, she fell to her knees with a 'thud,' touching her head to the ground.
"Lichun has seen Uncle... Mr. Ye!"
With her nerve to still be so rash despite marrying a big shot, could it be possible that she'd get the title wrong?
