Ye Fan returned to the small restaurant around midday. He truly enjoyed the atmosphere when eating together with Uncle Jiang and little Tingting.
After lunch, little Tingting very obediently washed the dishes. Seeing this, Ye Fan blushed in shame. He recalled that he hadn't helped with that at all yet.
"Here, I'll do it. You're still young, so you don't need to do this. Go take a nap so you'll grow taller in the future."
"Big brother doesn't need to. I can wash the dishes. I wash them very clean," the little girl stubbornly denied Ye Fan.
Uncle Jiang was smiling when seeing his granddaughter so doted upon as he tidied up the table.
A towering voice suddenly interrupted this comforting atmosphere. "After not meeting for two years, this little brat has certainly grown a bit."
A twenty-five-year old young man strode in, his face wearing an indifferent smile, disdainfully sweeping his gaze across Uncle Jiang and Ye Fan, before finally resting on little Tingting.
