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The little girl was a bit puzzled, but her mother pulled her over.
"Don't call him old."
"Little uncle isn't old, so his wife can't be old either," the little girl said innocently.
Lin Zhiyi blushed and forcefully broke free from Gong Chen's hand, smiling awkwardly.
The little girl's mother glanced around, understanding everything but not pointing it out. "My husband and I run a small snack shop in the university town," she said, "feel free to visit us sometime."
"Okay."
Lin Zhiyi felt she wasn't mistaken; they were indeed easy to get along with.
Watching the family of three leave, Lin Zhiyi pressed her lips together, feeling a sense of resolution yet also uncertainty.
If so many things had happened secretly in the past life that she wasn't aware of, then who exactly should she take revenge on for her and Xingxing's fate?
Thinking of this, Lin Zhiyi turned to look at Gong Chen.
"Uncle, where are Song Wanqiu and Li He?"