"It's okay, Ah Wan, don't cry. Uncle doesn't hurt at all, really not at all. Uncle knows you didn't mean it. Ah Wan, don't cry. Don't cry, don't cry..." Seeing his little nephew crying uncontrollably, Jiang Chengyao was heartbroken. He wrapped his uninjured arm around Ah Wan and comforted him repeatedly.
"Brother, how are you feeling? I called a doctor for you. You should go to the bathroom and rinse it off first."
Jiang Chengyao, who was bending over to soothe Xiao Ah Wan, was stunned and turned around when he heard the voice behind him.
Behind him, Ye Qingci was looking at his scalded arm with concern.
Jiang Chengyao's mind was in a daze.
Just now... did Ye Qingci call him... brother?
He thought he might have been hearing things.
Ye Qingci had been reunited with the family for so many years. During these years, he had carefully tried to please and love this sister dearly, but Ye Qingci never seemed to be able to get close to him.
