So, he instinctively identified this man as middle-aged.
Then, upon closer inspection, he realized the man looked much younger than he had imagined.
However, he was sure he didn't recognize this man.
"Who are you?"
"What, don't recognize me?" The man looked at him, again showing a somewhat strange smile. "What if I use another title? Eldest Uncle Meng?"
This title made Old Meng's body tremble.
In his memory, only one person had ever called him that!
He looked at the man carefully once more, feeling a sense of familiarity. "You, you are..."
"Take another look. You should still be able to recognize me, after all, I didn't have much plastic surgery."
"Pla... plastic surgery?"
Old Meng was startled.
Who would need to have plastic surgery?
What does plastic surgery mean?
Cutting up one's face?
Could it be?
He scrutinized the man more closely, and the more he looked, the more familiar he appeared.
Old Meng was shocked. "You, you wouldn't be Nian Che, would you?"
