After washing the dishes, the sky outside had already darkened.

Summer collapsed onto the sofa, relieved as she carefully exhaled. Thankfully, she didn't drop the bowl.

There's no need for nonsense. With over a dozen maids at home, who would dare to let him wash dishes? When it comes to washing dishes, he still watches and learns, following a routine. Otherwise, he probably wouldn't even know which one is dishwashing liquid.

I called home to let them know I was safe. As I expected, the person on the other end of the line was extremely angry. It was mainly because my father had offered a huge reward to find me, and I had no idea how much he had offered due to the shock I had just experienced.

The bodyguard who was easily thrown off is probably going to be laid off.

He Tu cut some fruits and placed them on the table in front. Then he knocked on Qin Ming's door, "Ah Ming, come out and watch TV with Xia Tian?" After drinking too much just now, he probably won't be able to stand steadily later, as drowsiness swept over him.

After a while, a muffled voice came from inside, "You go and keep him company. I'm busy."

He Tu sat helplessly on the sofa, eating a piece of apple in the summer before going to Qin Ming's door: "Hey dude, open the door for me. I want to come in and have a look at your room."

Qin Ming knocked for a while with no response. Just as he was leaning against the door like an octopus, the door suddenly opened, causing him to almost stumble.

"Hey, don't give me that explosive look every time. I've come all the way to your place, the least you can do is show some appreciation."

"Hey, I won't steal your things. How about this? You come to my house another day and I'll take you on a tour of my backyard."

"Not interested."

"Ahhh, why are you such a party pooper?" Xia Tian suddenly flopped onto Qin Ming's bed, watching as he rapidly tapped on the keyboard. Perhaps the sound of the keys was too hypnotic, because she unknowingly fell asleep.

Qin Ming closed his computer and decided to go to the restroom. When he came out, he saw He Tu had finished drinking the liquor and was lying on the sofa, completely drunk, with a disgusted expression on his face.

She had been constantly complaining about her sore neck, yet she insisted on sleeping on the couch.

Serves you right.

Qin Ming washed his face with water in the bathroom and regained his composure for a moment. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, water droplets were still dripping from his hair. With a straight bridge of the nose and slightly squinted eyes, he unexpectedly felt a hint of danger within himself.

- Peng

There was a loud noise outside. Qin Ming wiped his face with a towel and went out to take a look. It turned out that He Tu had flipped directly from the sofa, but fortunately, the table was a little distance away from the sofa. Otherwise, it would have been dangerous if he had hit the corner of the table.

Qin Ming cursed under his breath, thinking it served him right. He was about to stroll back to his room when suddenly he heard the old man muttering dreamily, "Ah Ming, when did you grow so tall, even taller than your uncle."

In my memory, Uncle was never interested in his own affairs. Even when I ranked first in exams or won in fights, if I told him, he would just respond coldly, instantly extinguishing any joy or happiness I felt.

So when Qin Ming heard this sentence, his heart stirred for some reason. He didn't know why, but a strange and indescribable emotion slowly crept up.

He Tu looks thin, but he's actually very strong, so he's quite heavy. However, Qin Ming easily pulled him up and brought him back to the room without much effort.

This old man is both ugly and dowdy, and he doesn't even take care of his own body.

No wonder my mom didn't like you back then. Qin Ming sneered.

He Tu seemed to be feeling quite uncomfortable and seemed to be suffocating, unconsciously tugging at his tie. However, the person in his dream was completely clueless, making a mess of his clothes without resolving the issue.

"Help me."

Qin Ming helped him take off his shoes without thinking, originally planning to cover him with a blanket and leave. However, when he heard He Tu's sound of hidden suffering, he inexplicably went to help him untie his tie.

A faint smell of alcohol wafted up to his nostrils, and for some reason, Qin Ming didn't feel repulsed by it.

Facing the dim light on He Tu's bedside table, Qin Ming took off his heavy glasses absent-mindedly, then his hand paused in mid-air.

Qin Ming's impression of He Tu is really too little, as if he always has an unchanging appearance, a look that is unrecognizable when mixed in with the crowd.

His breath began to quicken, and he wasn't quite sure if he was lying on a bed right now. His tie was loosened, revealing the handsome, fair forehead glistening with a slight sheen of sweat. This was his uncle, the man he had despised since childhood, the man who had always been trapped in his own world. However, the sense of familiarity from living together for eighteen years told him that this was indeed reality.

The expression in Qin Ming's eyes suddenly became profound.

Suddenly, his wrist was grabbed. He Tu opened his eyes slightly, and his black gem-like eyeballs stared at himself blankly. They were as beautiful and flawless as a newborn baby untainted by the world.

When Qin Ming finally reacted, he suddenly realized that he seemed indescribable.

Describing a man whom he has called "Uncle" for eighteen years is indescribable.