"Uncle, will you really teach me?" Wu Hen asked, unable to believe it.
"I'll make sure you learn it, but there's one condition," Desert Dust said.
"Don't worry, Uncle. I've always seen Chong Xue as my own sister; I won't have any other thoughts," Wu Hen said very earnestly.
Desert Dust's face showed a hint of confusion, then he frowned and said, "I'm telling you to stop teaching Chong Hua that rapping nonsense. He's mumbling all the time now; I'm really worried he's going to go out into the world one day and become what you call an idol."
Wu Hen scratched his head awkwardly. So it was about this.
"Uncle, you can't stifle a pure-hearted child's most genuine dreams..."
"Of course I can't, but today I can teach you something else, like feeding horses and chopping wood..."
