"I am your uncle."
In Rong Tian's gloomy voice was a deep sense of helplessness; he could no longer remember when he had last had to say such words. Even the term "uncle" had never been mentioned in front of Huo Siyu.
The Rong and Huo families were related by marriage, and many people knew it. But within the Huo family, only a minority knew of his relationship with Huo Siyu, let alone the outsiders.
Representatives of the two great families often moved in the same circles; some might even have a bit of private friendship, but no one would have thought they shared such a blood relationship.
"Uncle?" Huo Siyu scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm afraid I can't acknowledge such a relative."
"Siyu..." Rong Tian closed his eyes involuntarily, raising his head and rubbing his temple, his tone full of sorrowful reminiscence, "You weren't like this before. When you were a child, you and Ah Qing used to..."
