Zi Qianjing likewise turned his gaze towards him, and upon seeing the other's exquisitely carved features, his brows furrowed and a hint of doubt flitted through his eyes.
"Aunt said that when she left mother, mother hadn't given birth yet, so it was impossible for her to have a five-year-old child. But why does this child look so much like father?"
Especially those pair of purple eyes...
"Jingjing, let's go," Zi Shao grabbed Zi Qianjing's hand and quickly walked towards Ye Sihuang, a charming smile lifting the corners of her lips, her bright eyes landing on the other, "Little guy, what's your name?"
Ye Sihuang's brow furrowed, and he coldly glanced at Zi Shao, "Si Huang."
"Si Huang? Surname Si?"
Zi Qianjing paused, and from this, it seemed that this little guy probably wasn't the unborn child...
"This little guy is so young, yet he's quite indifferent." Zi Shao pouted her lips, just about to touch Ye Sihuang's little head when he dodged it with a tilt.
