"Chenglin... Chenglin, we are your uncles, why won't you recognize us?" As he spoke, Han Xinche's expression turned somewhat sad.
Gong Juechen still smiled with exceptional politeness, "General Han, I have no idea what you are talking about. It is common for people to look alike, and given the vast number of people in the world, there surely must be others who resemble your elder sister besides me, right? How can you be so certain that the person the maid mentioned is me? Moreover, General Han, I don't have a birthmark on my lower back."
