Super Uncle

Qin Feng loved his younger sister dearly. From a young age, Qin Shu had been the apple of the Qin family's eye. He looked down upon Xiao Quan as an incompetent fool and couldn't help but speak with a sharp tone. His eyes, like copper bells, blazed with anger, sending chills down Xiao Quan's spine.,He gazed at the bright moon in the sky, and was reminded of a particularly fitting poem. He couldn't help but recite: "Before my bed, the bright moon shines, / Like frost on the ground it seems to be. / I lift my head to see the moon high, / And lower my head to think of home.",Xiao Quan had already silently sworn in his heart that he would definitely make a name for himself and achieve great things!。