Lai Jiayi instantly looked back and saw Zhao Yang approaching them with his usual poker face. His right hand was tucked inside his pants, looking a bit casual.
"Uncle!" Zhao Yun walked toward Zhao Yang with a faint smile on his face. "You are finally here." The boy hit Zhao Yang's waist without care.
"Traffic. Don't blame me." Zhao Yang hit Zhao Yun's head lightly before noticing Lai Jiayi from the corner of his eyes.
The man's body suddenly stiffened. His movement became rigid. His toes were rotted to the ground.
"G-good evening…" Lai Jiayi hurriedly bowed while averting her eyes. The girl tucked her hair behind her ears.
"...good evening." Zhao Yang nodded, trying to control his facial expression, but Zhao Yun noticed Zhao Yang's hands were trembling.
"Uncle, hurry, apologize!" Zhao Yun pinched Zhao Yang's thigh with a superficial smile on his face.