"Good. We've learned much during our travels these past years and lived a fulfilling life," Zhao Yang said. Though his voice sounded calm and steady, the excitement in his heart and the joy in his eyes were impossible to hide.
"That's good," Feng Jiu nodded, then turned to Feng Ye. A faint smile touched her lips as she spoke with a hint of teasing, "Uncle Feng Ye?"
"Hehehe..."
Hearing this, Feng Ye's hair stood on end. He gave an awkward laugh and quickly said, "Ah Jiu, just call me Feng Ye. No need for 'Little Uncle.' That gives me the creeps."
While it was true he was her uncle, in her presence he couldn't muster even a shred of an uncle's authority. Instead, ever since childhood, he'd harbored a deep-seated reverence whenever he saw her. Though senior in generation, he was younger in age, and her use of "Little Uncle" made his heart flutter.
