"Girl, I'm your uncle, Uncle Yan."
Feng Xuxu looked at the amiable man before her, excitingly at her own arrival—this was her uncle. She felt a hint of sourness at the tip of her nose and called out softly, "Uncle."
"Ahh, how wonderful," he said, wiping the teardrops from his eyes and cracking a wide smile.
"Girl, I'm your aunt, Jueqing's biological mother," Madam Xuanyuan Lei said from the side, gazing at the delightful Feng Xuxu. Since giving birth to Jueqing, she hadn't had any other children, and looking at Feng Xuxu, her maternal love began to overflow once again.
Jueqing, even more speechless, looked at his mother. If she wasn't his birth mother, then did that mean he was adopted?
"Aunt."
"Good, really marvelous, much stronger than Jueqing," she said, casting a glare at her own son.
Jueqing was even more depressed—somehow, he always ended up getting shot even if he was laying down.
