Ye Zhiyu sneered and ignored him. Instead, she looked at Ren Zongping. "Uncle Ren, do you still know me?"
Ren Zongping's expression changed. "You, you are Zhiyu? It turns out that you have grown up." His tone was full of emotion and sadness.
He was probably the only one who knew about his mixed feelings.
"Yes, Uncle Ren. I heard my father talk about you before. I didn't expect to see you only now. Are you okay now?"
From what he had just said, Ye Zhiyu understood that Ren Zongping was still loyal to her father, so she was very respectful when she spoke to him.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Ren Zongping was so excited that tears were glistening in his eyes. "You've grown up. When I saw you before, you were only seven or eight years old. You were still a little girl, but you've grown up now."
