"Miss, your righteousness is commendable, but... if you don't mind, just call me Uncle Lin. I cannot shoulder the title of General." Vice General Lin decided to chat with the young lady first to understand her situation.
"You are a General, and I am just a commoner. I dare not call you casually." Cheng Xiaoxiao humbly waved her hand in refusal.
Why does it feel like the other party has ill intentions?
"Saying so would be too distant, wouldn't it? Miss, you seem young, have you turned fifteen yet?"
As he spoke, fearing the other might misunderstand, he explained, "I meant that you are about the same age as my daughter. The one who bandaged me earlier, that's my little girl, she's thirteen this year. Seeing you makes me feel naturally close, and I can't help but care more, pardon my rudeness."
Cheng Xiaoxiao internally curled her mouth—a hint, perhaps, that he wants to be her father, or something similar.
