Although Zhao Yao chatted with the middle-aged man for a while longer, he remembered that his four little brothers were still waiting outside, so he had to take his leave.
"Uncle, I won't be able to see you tomorrow because I have something to do, but I'll be free the day after tomorrow. Can I come to find you then?" Although the uncle seemed a bit cold, for some reason, Zhao Yao felt a sense of warmth from him.
"Sure."
"Alright, I'll come to see you the day after tomorrow." Zhao Yao gave a junior's courtesy bow to the middle-aged man. "Uncle, I'll be going now."
The middle-aged man did not speak, only nodded slightly.
As Zhao Yao left, he kept looking back, waving to the middle-aged man.
Not long after Zhao Yao left, the expression on the middle-aged man's face instantly turned icy. He suddenly spoke, "What does he mean?"
There was no one around the middle-aged man, so it seemed like he was talking to the air. However, a moment later, someone appeared in front of him.
