Hearing the words "own uncle," Yu Tianheng's pupils began to contract.
He stared at the flat-topped head in front of him for a good while, feeling that this face was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"Uncle?"
Yu Tianheng murmured, his tone filled with uncertainty and a hint of disbelief.
He looked closely for another two seconds.
The person before him was much older than in his memories, and his clothes were wrinkled too, but the posture of those hands clasped behind his back with his chin slightly raised was identical to how he had been in childhood.
Whenever Uncle Xiaogang taught him martial soul theory when he was a child, he also looked just like this.
Every time he got carried away talking, he would always reach out and vigorously rub his little head.
"Are you really... Uncle Xiaogang?"
Hearing this call, Yu Xiaogang's heart settled greatly, and his hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach.
Thank goodness, this cursed kid finally recognized him!
"It's me."
Yu Xiaogang cleared his throat and said with feigned emotion, "Tianheng, I haven't seen you in so many years, and you've grown this tall."
Yu Tianheng's lips moved, and after confirming that the person before him truly was that Uncle Xiaogang who had left the clan for many years, he hurriedly took two steps forward.
"Uncle!"
This deeply affectionate call made Yu Xiaogang's bones turn to mush all over, and his heart felt exceptionally comfortable.
Hey, this is how it should be!
A biological nephew seeing his biological uncle should have this reaction.
Walking right past him just now without even paying him any mind, what kind of behavior was that?
A smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's aged face.
Right now, Yu Tianheng was at his most painful and helpless moment; upon seeing an