C646 The First Love Wound of a Young and Frivolous Person

"Is my uncle angry?" I asked in a low voice.

Xuan Jiazhuo gently wiped away the tears that had unknowingly flowed down from the corners of her eyes. Only then did I realize that she had already cried. I felt a little regret and brought up her sad matter, but I was even more certain that my uncle was not a fool of her.

An Rong, my uncle must be a shockingly talented person. Otherwise