Zheng Haoyu patted Yixin's shoulder, "Yixin, who is this man?"
"I don't know." Rarely, Yixin answered Zheng Haoyu's question immediately, but it was only to make Zheng Haoyu even more confused.
"Oh, you're looking for my mommy, huh? Uncle, are you trying to date my mommy?" Yiqiao tilted his innocent little head, his blue eyes as pure as ever.
The man patted Yiqiao's shoulder, smiled gently, and said, "You'll know this in the future, but for now, can you show me the way?"
Just as Yiqiao was about to agree, someone who had been anxious on the side couldn't stay calm any longer and strode over to the man, "Who did you say you were looking for just now?"
"I..." The man got to his feet, just about to answer him, and couldn't help but ask, "Who are you?"
Zheng Haoyu pointed at the two kids, naturally arrogant, "Their blood runs in my veins, who do you think I am?"
"Oh, I see." The man nodded, "Then could you do me a favor and show me the way? I'm looking for Miss Su."
Bam—
