"Uncle Qing!" Qiao Yunxi greeted respectfully, her eyes glancing at Song Xiaodong.
"Xiao Xi..." Uncle Qing's voice came over the phone. The tone was clearly different from before, lacking its usual boldness, and instead having a tinge of helplessness.
Qiao Yunxi immediately felt something was wrong. She took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Qing, I'm listening."
Uncle Qing sighed again and said, "This time, Uncle Qing can't help you."
From the first greeting from Uncle Qing, Qiao Yunxi had already felt something was amiss, but hearing Uncle Qing say this out loud still greatly shocked her. However, she didn't shout or ask for reasons; instead, she slowly said, "Uncle Qing, if you have difficulties, I won't trouble you. I'll handle it myself. Xiao Xi will always remember Uncle Qing's kindness."
