Li Qing talked non-stop about Little Pumpkin's dietary preferences, and Jian Xi asked in surprise, "You know him quite well."
"He…" Li Qing hesitated, "lacks motherly love. I just occasionally visit him."
"It's nice that Jian Xi has a friend like you." Jian Xi stood up and went to the room to get her bag.
Li Qing watched her back, lost in thought: "Jian Xi, don't you remember?"
"What should I remember?" Jian Xi turned and smiled a bit coldly, "Same name and same face, but I'm not the Jian Xi you're looking for."
"How is that possible…"
"In this vast world, nothing is impossible."
Li Qing was speechless for a while.
Is it really not? Is it really not?
Jian Xi soon came out with her bag, a casual black and white contrasting bag that matched her outfit perfectly.
"You're still as beautiful as you used to be." Li Qing said admiringly.
