During the day, when Li Luofeng dropped the child off, he only took a brief look, and now he still finds himself lingering over it.
Taking advantage of Li Chuyue going for a bath, he walked over, looked at his son, and thought, one glance isn't enough, better take a few more sneaky photos.
He felt a tense excitement in his heart, not knowing why.
Tricky was in the next room, chatting with Song Ci, when he suddenly received a message. He opened it, took a glance, and then frowned.
"What's wrong?"
Song Ci leaned over next to him and saw the text from Cheng Xinghe, "Look, doesn't Xuanxuan really miss me? The more I look at him, the more he looks like me, don't you think?"
"...Childish." Tricky couldn't help but scorn.
How did he never notice this childish side of his brother?
Cheng Xinghe was always mature and composed from a young age, even able to torment the bad guys when kidnapped, never making Xia Yunsheng worry, but who would've thought...
