Little one's question successfully stumped the three adults present.
Old Mrs. Ye felt a sudden sense of unease, unsure of how to respond.
She instinctively turned to look at her husband.
Old Mr. Ye was also at a loss for words, exchanging glances with her.
In an instant, the living room fell into an indescribable silence.
The adults' reaction only piqued little one's curiosity even more about what her uncle did for a living.
Qin Sui'an tilted her head, her clear and bright eyes filled with confusion.
Seeing his parents quiet, Ye Liyuan gently cleared his throat and took on the responsibility of answering little one's question.
"Ann, your uncle's job is different from ordinary people's. It's somewhat dangerous, and we don't quite understand the specifics ourselves."
Ye Liyuan's voice was gentle as he reached out to tousle her hair, saying, "When you meet your uncle in the future, you can ask him yourself."