Just then, Mo Qingze arrived with another man dressed in Changshan Academy student attire, appearing to be only a few years younger than Mo, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight.
"Ah, what a rich smell of chicken soup," the man couldn't help saying as he smelled the enticing fragrance. "Hey, Brother Ziyu, it seems like the aroma is coming from your house."
Seeing that the lock on the door was open, a hint of joy flashed in Mo Qingze's eyes as he smiled, "It must be the little girl."
Mo Yan, hearing her father's voice, hurried to open the door, only to see her father standing outside, about to knock. "Dad, you're back."
Not sure how to address the strange man behind her father, and remembering he just called her father 'Brother Ziyu', she hastily greeted him, "Hello, Uncle."
"Er, hello, grandniece!"