Ye Wan had seen photos of Fourth Uncle Lu Yansheng when he was young, and finally understood why Grandmother Old Madam Lu, upon first seeing Lu Cheng at the Boya Sanatorium, called him Ah Sheng.
Lu Cheng and Fourth Uncle looked as if they were cut from the same mold when they were young.
And the middle-aged man before her now, looked very much like Fourth Uncle.
If Fourth Uncle were still alive, at fifty or sixty years old, he would probably look just like this man now.
Only, Fourth Uncle's features were gentler.
The man in front, Second Uncle Lu Yansong, appeared more stern and gloomy.
Having been locked up here for over a month, Lu Yansong had grown thin and somewhat unrecognizable, yet his innate good upbringing prevented him from losing his temper and cursing.
When he looked at Lu Changchuan, there was a faint hint of provocation in his eyes.
As if to say: even if I am here, what can you do to me?
