"Brother Qian Jin, finally we meet! Thank you for not killing me there." The girl's arrogance had long disappeared. She stretched out the lotus-root like arm and fixed her large limpid eyes on Qian Jin. "See? There's bruising! You must compensate me."
What? Qian Jin was stunned. Didn't this girl know what he had done in the Qian Family?
Jun Wudo pointed at the floor, suggesting for Qian Jin to sit. He asked, "Kid, you have an uncle, right?"
Qian Jin stared at this man in blank dismay. If not for that scar and the Mafia identity, he did look like his father...
"You... you ..." Some warm feelings suddenly surged up in Qian Jin's heart. But there was also fear as he hated disappointment.
"I am your uncle." Jun Wudo couldn't keep clam anymore. He looked so thrilled and happy, looking forward to Qian Jin recognizing him. "I am your uncle, Qian Zheng!"
"And me!" The girl also sat down and looked at Qian Jin in a joyful face. "I am your cousin, Qian Nianchen."
