"Mommy…"
Kuang Yin turned his head and saw his mother walking over from the rockery behind the corner. He immediately abandoned the person in front of him and ran over like a pony.
Peng Bairan was still a little lost. He turned his head around and met Kuang Meiyun's gaze. As expected, he saw the word " nervous " in her eyes.
"Miss Kuang, we meet again…"
His posture was as handsome as a pine tree, his expression was as calm as the whistling cold wind, and his eyes were deep and difficult to understand. Peng Bairan suddenly stood in front of her. This unexpected meeting caught Kuang Meiyun off guard. Her face couldn't help but change color, and her hands that were hugging her son inexplicably tightened.
"Aiya, Mom, you're hurting me!
Kuang Yin frowned and called out softly. He turned around and sized up the person again.
His mother was a little nervous.
But why?
Was this uncle a bad person or a good person…
Kuang Meiyun quickly relaxed her grip.
