C153 Crying Won't Solve the Problem

"Xin'er, Xin'er, it really is you!" An aged voice sounded beside Ann Xin's ear. She turned her head to the side. It was just that this face was much older than three years ago. It had a head of white hair.

"Uncle Wang." Ann Xin called out.

Tears flowed out of Uncle Wang's eyes. His wrinkled hands touched her thin face. "I heard you died. I thought I would never see my son again