It was just Uncle.
No matter his thoughts from the past or whatever his thoughts might be now and in the future.
He, Huo Lingan, could only be Chen Anxin's uncle.
Huo Lingan logged out of Weibo, threw his phone aside, and closed his eyes again.
In these years, her sudden intrusions into his life, the memories and emotions he had slowly invested but never dared to indulge in, all seemed like a dream.
A sudden beginning, a sudden end.
So...unexpected.
...
Zhou Caiyu stormed out of Huo Lingan's house, only to bump into Jiang Wanling who had just gotten out of her car.
Jiang Wanling was slightly startled but recognized Zhou Caiyu, then asked with a warm smile, "Is Lingan at home?"
Zhou Caiyu, of course, recognized the beautiful and elegant woman before her, but she really didn't expect to encounter Jiang Wanling here, and her tone became somewhat stiff without meaning to, "He is."