Zhu Haomiao slightly nodded, associating the voice with memories from hazy fragments.
"Uncle Qin, come in."
Squeak~
The elegant wooden door was slowly pushed open, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar old face to Zhu Haomiao.
Upon opening the door, Qin Changzhong saw the empty wine bottles scattered everywhere and frowned. He looked at the young man sitting cross-legged on the bed, a flash of astonishment crossing his eyes.
"Uncle Qin? What's wrong?"
Noticing the fleeting emotion, Zhu Haomiao asked curiously.
"It's nothing, just felt like you have become a different person, and for a moment, I didn't dare to recognize you."
Qin Changzhong lowered his eyebrows, mumbling softly.
Hearing this, Zhu Haomiao touched his cheek with some seriousness.
Could a mere change in temperament make such a noticeable difference?
It shouldn't be. I disguised myself well…
Or is it that those around are too familiar with Li Lin, causing any slight change to trigger their sharp reactions?
