Basen gently shook his head. He didn't think highly of himself. Why should he stoop to arguing with such a joker? It was simply ridiculous!
Basen advised, "Old Zaji, don't get angry. She's just a naive girl! There's no need for us to…"
Before he could finish his sentence, Basen's words were forcefully choked back because he saw Old Zaji's gaze becoming very strange.
Old Zaji was staring intently at Su Ziyan, his mouth wide open, utterly disbelieving his own eyes! His aged eyes brimming with murky tears!
"Miss... Miss? Are you the miss? Impossible! Absolutely impossible! The miss is clearly deceased!"
Su Ziyan gave a faint smile, "Uncle Zaji, you've mistaken me for someone else. My name is Su Ziyan, not your miss."
Su Ziyan? Isn't that the young miss's name? I can't reveal the young miss's identity!
Old Zaji took a deep breath, struggling to suppress his excited emotions, "Little girl, you look so much like my miss! I lost my composure!"
