She swallowed, eyeing Qin Mu, who was even younger than she was. She found herself somewhat unable to call him that.
"What's the matter? So grown up, and you can't even address someone properly?" Song Tiancheng immediately showed displeasure, his face stern as he spoke. "Old Zhang's son, who's older than you, happily calls him 'Uncle Qin' all the time."
"Just say 'Uncle Qin.' It's for your own good; you have nothing to lose."
After being scolded like this, Miao Cuizhu's face turned bright red, but she still mustered the courage to call out, "Uncle Qin."
Qin Mu quickly stopped her. He was actually opposed to suddenly gaining a niece in her forties for no clear reason. He couldn't even count how many people had called him 'Uncle' by now.
"Xiao Qin, you really have to help me. He's my only son, and he truly hasn't broken the law. He must have been framed," Song Tiancheng pleaded, looking at Qin Mu, his expression somewhat urgent.
