Yang Xiaoxi and Cheng Feiyang were startled, then their faces filled with shock as they pressed on, "Xiaobei, did you really meet an uncle?"
Cheng Feiyang's hands were trembling with excitement, "Xiaobei, tell me, what did that uncle look like? What did he say to you?"
Before He Xiaobei could answer, Yang Xiaoxi added, "Xiaobei, does that uncle look like your dad?"
"What uncle?" Realizing he had misspoken, He Xiaobei raised his earnest little face and countered, "Godmother, Uncle Cheng, what are you all talking about? I don't understand?"
Yang Xiaoxi panicked, "Xiaobei, didn't you just say that he wouldn't kidnap you? Isn't that 'he' an uncle?"
"Oh!" He Xiaobei suddenly realized, "I was talking about the waiter uncle; he wouldn't kidnap me. We often go to their hotel for meals, they all recognize me, and they are very kind to me."
Yang Xiaoxi: "..."
"So, all this time, the uncle you were talking about is a waiter?"
