Su Qingning stiffened and quickly looked up. Under the moonlight, an aged face appeared before her. She seemed afraid of him seeing her cry and quickly wiped away her tears.
"Uncle Zhong, what are you doing here?"
The person who appeared before her was, indeed, Deng Bingzhong.
He smiled. "I was just visiting a friend. On my way back, I heard someone crying. The voice sounded familiar, so I came to take a look. I didn't expect it to be you. What happened? What made you cry so bitterly?"
"No, it's nothing," Su Qingning said nonchalantly.
Despite her words, an uncontrollable vulnerability welled up in her heart as she faced this elder who had practically watched her grow up. After all these years, she had long since come to regard him as family. People often become inexplicably vulnerable when facing their own kin.
"What is it? Did you have a fight with Lin Xiao?" Uncle Zhong asked.
