"You're called Lin Xingjie, right? I'm your father's..."
Before the young man could finish speaking, the little girl in front of him cut him off directly.
"Meng Zheng."
"Oh."
Meng Zheng unconsciously responded, then immediately felt something was amiss.
Isn't this child supposed to call him 'Uncle' and not by his name?
But he wasn't in the mood to reprimand her for being impolite. On the contrary, when the little girl looked at him solemnly, he involuntarily became serious as well and even considered sitting up straight.
The feeling was like he'd become a teenager again, back in the classroom listening to his teacher.
"These..."
The girl pointed to the churning Blood Sea in the distance.
"Did you do this?"
"What?"
Meng Zheng quickly shook his head in denial.
"No, no, no, of course not, I almost drowned myself."