Visiting room.
George gazed at Tang Yan Yi and smiled slowly: "Xiao Yi, what's going on? Why are you suddenly interested in my old uncle?"
Tang Yan Yi's face was pale: "... I seem to have seen him before."
George raised an eyebrow slightly, "Oh?" But his expression wasn't actually that surprised.
Tang Yan Yi's eyes were dazed, avoiding George's gaze: "I casually talked to you about him last time, and it was nothing. But when I went back home that night, I inexplicably dreamed about him. I just feel like I've seen him somewhere. Could it be... in the foster family I used to stay with?"
George laughed: "No wonder."
"Why?" Tang Yan Yi's face grew even paler.
George stared at Tang Yan Yi for a long time but shook his head: "Forget it, better not say it, or it will hurt you."
"It's okay, go ahead and tell me. Besides, if you don't say it, I'll just keep thinking about it."
