Hua Wushuang looked at Wufu's back and couldn't help but shake his head. The little one still had a heavy sense of vigilance. She seemed not to trust this uncle of hers very much, which made him a bit sad.
But while he was sad, he also felt a bit gratified. Her attitude was the correct one, after all. Considering he became her uncle out of nowhere, and they've only been acquainted for a few months, if she trusted him wholeheartedly, he'd probably call her naive.
Hua Wushuang wondered how such a delicate woman like Mei Niang could raise such a daughter. Could it be a trait passed down through generations?
Looking at Wufu, she had the same determination as her mother. Whether in skills or insight, she was very much like her mother.
The more Hua Wushuang thought about it, the more convinced he was that he wasn't wrong. Just like himself and Changsheng, he also bore a great resemblance. What's strange about traits being passed down?
