"How can one just casually... just, just, just, just..."
Staring at the incredibly familiar face of the so-called ill-mannered young lady in front of him, the second great-uncle steadied his cup in a hand that shook and shook and shook...
It shook uncontrollably.
He must be dreaming... otherwise, why would he see Professor Qiao?
Right, he must be dreaming.
Or maybe it was someone who looked like her.
Professor Qiao couldn't possibly appear here!
He glared at Madam Qin, his lips even quivering, "Say it again, who did you say she is?"
Madam Qin replied subconsciously, "Second Uncle, this is Qiao Yun, the one who caused my daughter so much misery, Qiao Yun!"
The second great-uncle inhaled sharply, his voice almost choking, "Qiao... Qiao... Qiao..."
Madam Qin finished for him, "Qiao Yun."
Why had her second uncle suddenly developed a stutter?
The second great-uncle stared at Qiao Yun, feeling parched, his limbs stiff, and his mind blank.