"Mr. Zhao."
After many years apart, Zhao Fuheng appeared much older. Qin Mengying thought about the recent upheavals in the Zhao family, he must have been very worried, feeling a bit saddened.
"Why so formal?" Zhao Fuheng's expression was somewhat stiff.
"...Uncle Zhao."
This term 'Uncle' was barely acceptable to Zhao Fuheng.
He sighed inwardly, the once lively and adorable little girl who sweet-tongued and loved to act spoiled was completely unrecognizable now.
"It's been years, Uncle almost didn't recognize you. Indeed, the changes girls undergo as they grow up."
Although her personality had changed drastically, she increasingly resembled her mother, that in the dim lighting just now, he almost mistook her for Qin Yuan.
"How is Auntie and your health?" Qin Mengying politely asked.
"We are doing well! But you, studying abroad alone, you must have faced many hardships! I heard you're a psychologist now!" Zhao Fuheng said with gratification, pride evident in his tone.
