"Uncle."
"Little rascal, get in here!"
Ye Tian wrapped an arm around the neck and pulled this military legend inside. Shen Jingwei stumbled and almost fell, then stood there grinning sheepishly. Zhuge Qingyun's mouth hung open in surprise. Long Daxiang looked much better; at least he wasn't baring his teeth in fright, but he was still quite uneasy. When had they ever seen Shen Jingwei show such a side? Far from the shadow of a military legend, he seemed more like a mischievous little hooligan.
The two of them stood there stupidly, watching Shen Jingwei and his nephew grinning foolishly at each other, forgetting to even step inside the house. Tang Su heard the noise outside and walked out of the bedroom, saw Ye Tian and the other, and knew that this adolescent was Shen Jingwei, the very nephew Ye Tian had spoken about.
