Ye Feng smiled and replied in a playful tone, "Sure, I still remember Uncle often told me stories when I was a kid. I'd love to relive those memories."
Upon hearing this, Liu Jianguo's nose turned slightly sour.
Before Ye Feng was eight or nine years old, Liu Jianguo wasn't married yet. At that time, he often took young Ye Feng to play everywhere, saved money from his meager salary to buy Ye Feng treats, and cuddled his little nephew to sleep at night, telling him stories.
To disguise his emotions, Liu Jianguo turned his head away and laughed loudly, "You rascal, at least you have some conscience, remembering your uncle's kindness."
At this moment, a middle-aged woman came out of the living room, around forty years old, thin lips with pointed chin. She glanced at Ye Feng and sarcastically remarked, "Oh, isn't this Auntie's nephew Xiao Jun? You've grown so big, you look quite different, Auntie almost didn't recognize you."
