Wang Miaomiao sat on the sofa in a daze, pulled inside by Jiang Yan, her head still buzzing and unable to process.
Before long, a door on the first floor opened, and a meticulous man dressed in a perfectly straight military uniform stepped out.
Jiang Zhongyi had only just glimpsed a petite figure behind his youngest son, and upon closer inspection, realized it was actually a pretty young girl.
Instantly, his sharp gaze softened with satisfaction, looking at his busy son, he asked, "Brat, who is this?"
Wang Miaomiao stood up nervously, staring blankly at Jiang Zhongyi, unsure what to call him.
Jiang Yan handed her the tea, noticing her confusion, and immediately introduced, "This is my dad, you can call him Uncle."
"Uncle..." Wang Miaomiao said awkwardly, and then called again, "Hello, Uncle Jiang."
"Hey... hello..." Jiang Zhongyi had never seen his son being so attentive to any girl before, his eyes full of curiosity.
