Uncle Zhang noticed that there was something unusual about Song Yaoyao. Her energy was lacking and she seemed to be in a daze.
As she watched the car drive off, the emotions in her eyes were hard to decipher.
Her usual vibrance was missing.
"What's wrong? Did someone bully you?" As Uncle Zhang led her into the house, his heart ached.
Over the course of their time together, even though it could be seen as disrespectful, he genuinely treated Song Yaoyao like his own granddaughter.
The girl had a good temper and was polite; never looking down on anyone. She also spoke sweetly, and she had a lively personality. Ever since she came to the mansion, the atmosphere was no longer dull and lifeless.
"No," Song Yaoyao lifted her head. Her eyes were still red as she smiled sweetly at Uncle Zhang. "Uncle Zhang, where's Gege? I miss him..."
"The Master?"
