Seeing Qian staring at that photo, the uncle earnestly introduced it to her.
"His name is Liu Shuang, code name Lone Wolf. I have ties with Minglang's father. Our children also worked at the same place. It's fate, I guess."
His gaze at the photo was overly mournful, which Qian understood.
She felt a bit sad too. Life always has so many things beyond our control. Even someone in such a high position like the uncle has his helplessness.
"My ex-wife was a teacher, and she taught psychology. When we divorced, she argued intensely with me. She couldn't forgive me for sending our son away for training. She didn't understand my talk of dedication and sacrifice, so we parted ways. The first time I saw you, I felt you seemed a lot like that old lady—In short, I hope you'll seriously consider you and Yu Minglang. He's the most outstanding young man I've met. I don't want him to end up like my son one day."
Qian blinked, "I don't think he will."
"Won't?"
