"Come, Zishi, meet your... ah, Uncle Qin."
While Qin Mu was wandering around the courtyard, Song Yun suddenly brought a man and a woman dressed in traditional Chinese wedding attire to him.
These two were none other than today's bride and groom. They both looked very young, only twenty-three or twenty-four years old.
"Uncle Song… Uncle Song, you didn't get that wrong, did you?" the groom asked, looking Qin Mu over.
Song Yun smacked him hard on the back of the head and snorted coldly. "Although Uncle Qin is young, his seniority is established. He and my dad address each other as brothers. So, what do you call my dad?"
The groom swallowed and could only answer honestly, "Granduncle."
"Then you also call him 'Uncle Qin,'" Song Yun said gruffly. "Well, greet him then!"
The bride and groom exchanged a glance. Then, with wry smiles, they addressed Qin Mu as "Uncle Qin."
A few dark lines involuntarily appeared on Qin Mu's forehead.
