"I'm only fifty-two, and that geezer is already seventy-one! Who the hell is blind enough to mix us up!"
Wang Heming muttered under his breath, his expression complicated. He tried to build up his mental defenses. 'If I just pretend I didn't hear anything, that should be fine, right?'
He quickly turned and walked in the other direction, but Uncle Xia still chased after him.
"Great-uncle, why are you walking so fast! Great-uncle, I just saw you over at the head table..."
"What in the world is Xia Laosan yelling about? You don't get out much, do you? Let me introduce you. This is my in-law, Wang Heming, the son-in-law of the Mu Family. He's not your 'Great-uncle.'"
This was Second Xiao, Xiao Jiyan's father. Because his daughter had married Mu Ziquan, he always called Wang Heming his in-law.
"Your in-law? Impossible! We just went to see Old Gu and saw the Great-uncle. This man is clearly the Great-uncle!"
