He simply put down the newspaper and started chatting with her.
"How old are you this year, Xue?"
Leng Xue felt a bit excited as he spoke to her, and she smiled, "I'm twelve years old this year, and my birthday is on the seventh of October."
Tang Wanjun's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and he came to a conclusion, "Surprisingly, you're a few months older than my Jinyang."
A few months older than Jinyang...
Suddenly, he remembered that child Qing Er had taken away seemed, as if, was also a few months older than Jinyang.
If he remembered correctly, that child's birthday should also be around October.
Thinking of this, Tang Wanjun couldn't help but scrutinize the little girl next to him.
Leng Xue didn't care about what he said; she asked him back, "Do you like kids as old as us, uncle?"
Tang Wanjun was a bit startled, feeling that the questions this child asked were quite odd.
Still, he patiently answered her, "Yes, of course, I like them."
"Then, uncle, do you have... kids?"
