Qi Yun stepped forward, smiling, and said, "Sorry Uncle Tong, I'm late."
Uncle Tong slightly nodded, raised his hand, and introduced, "This is the second member of the Fu Family, Fu Wentao."
"Fu Second, this is a junior of mine, Qi Yun, and this chair belongs to him."
Fu Wentao heard this, his brow furrowed so tightly that it could crush a mosquito, and he helplessly looked towards Uncle Tong, "Uncle Tong, I'm over forty, is it really appropriate to still call me Fu Second?"
Uncle Tong glanced at him, lightly snorted, and said, "What's wrong with being over forty? Have you forgotten how old man Fu used to chase you with a stick, and you would hide out in my yard?"
"Alright, alright, call me whatever you want." Fu Wentao quickly interrupted, not wanting his embarrassing past to be revealed in front of outsiders anymore.
Seeing this, Uncle Tong said no more, and waved Qi Yun over, "Kid, come and sit."
