"Uncle, hello," had barely left his mouth when the living room fell silent.
The man he had addressed as uncle had a look of embarrassment on his face.
Qin Yiyi's mother also paused for a moment before regaining her composure and, with a smile, said to Tang Nan, "Nannan, this is Aunt Liu's son. He's only twenty-seven years old and just looks a bit mature and steady for his age. Just call him 'brother,' and that will be fine."
"Ah, sorry about that." Tang Nan smiled at the man and corrected himself, "Brother, hello."
"It's okay, it's okay, I'm used to it." The man smiled awkwardly, waved his hand at Tang Nan, and nodded in acknowledgment.
