Ninth Uncle Lin had accompanied Fourth Master Lin in the military camp for a day, visiting the wounded and handling the follow-up matters of the deceased soldiers. It was already dark by the time they returned.
Father and son were both delighted to see the three siblings.
Particularly, Lin Qingluo sweetly called out to her Fourth Grandfather. The seasoned general, who had been commanding armies for years, was so happy that his beard curled upwards and his wrinkled old face broke into a wide smile, like a blooming chrysanthemum.
Ninth Uncle Lin felt envious and took out a piece of milk candy that he had kept in his pocket for who knows how long. He handed it to his little niece with a grin, waiting for her to call him Ninth Uncle.
Ninth Lady Lin rolled her eyes at the scene, her ears flushing red from embarrassment.
"Hello, Ninth Uncle!"
Lin Qingluo playfully grinned, gripping the milk candy as she made a funny face.
"Hahaha."