"Uncle Qin?" Xue Tian suddenly asked when Wen Xiang had just finished telling his story. "I have a wild guess about this Uncle Qin you speak of, but I dare not guess randomly, Wen Xiang. You better tell me more about this Uncle Qin before I misunderstand your story."
Wen Xiang was quiet after he recounted the moment when he tried to escape from the bad people who killed his parents twenty years ago. He ended the story with a moment when he sought help from his neighbor who was called "Uncle Qin," and Xue Tian immediately asked the owner of the name.
"You know someone with the Qin surname?" Instead of answering, Wen Xiang asked back, and he even seriously looked at the other man sitting next to him on the dusty sofa.
