All these things that her father wouldn't let her do, Uncle Yang secretly took her to do them, indulging her mischief and catering to her every whim.
In terms of affection, Uncle Yang was no less than her father.
She remembered saying she would take care of him in his old age, and that when she found a husband and had children, she would rely on him to help teach them, troubling him for a lifetime. At that time, although Uncle Yang seemed disdainful, his face never lacked a smile.
Ignoring the pain from her wounds, she wanted to rush forward.
"Be good, consider it as Uncle Yang asking you."
Yang Hua's tone carried sadness and helplessness. He knew that this time, it was unlikely they'd escape even with wings. Even if he made this decision, his niece and the boy might not get away, but at least he'd die before them.
