The Xuanjin Sovereign personally expressing gratitude is a privilege beyond imagination for most people. An Yiqing sat on the sofa, smiling faintly like a flower, her delicate face showing no signs of being flattered or nervous. The gesture from Mr. Wu, she, An Yiqing, deserved it.
"Mr. Wu, you're being too polite. As a citizen of Xuanjin, it's my duty to do these things."
Mr. Wu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth; this little girl surely knew how to speak in a pleasant manner. He glanced at An Yiqing with a smile, "I'm the uncle of Xiao Feng and Xiao Long. You're their friend, just call me Uncle Wu. There's no need for formalities with 'Mr. Wu', we're all family."
An Yiqing replied with a smile, "Alright, Uncle Wu."
Elder Wu was satisfied. After a moment of silence, he asked a question that had puzzled him for a long time, "Xiao Qing, about this epidemic, is it indeed..."
"It's man-made," An Yiqing answered lightly.
