Apparently, Xixi wasn't afraid of him; in fact, she even opened her large glassy eyes and curiously examined him.
Lei Yicheng, intrigued, slightly lifted his lips, bent down, and wrapped his stone-hard arms around her, lifting her up.
Xixi only blinked and didn't struggle, obediently letting him hug her.
"I'm a friend of your dad's, you can call me Uncle Lei," Lei Yicheng said.
"A friend of my dad's?" Xixi tilted her little head, seriously looking at him with her white, tender face, "What proof do you have that you're my dad's friend? Do you know Uncle Gu? Uncle Gu is also my dad's friend."
Lei Yicheng wasn't particularly fond of children, but facing Xixi, he couldn't help but feel a bit joyful. Smiling, he said, "I know your dad's name."
Xixi raised her small eyebrows, questioning him like a little teacher, "Then tell me, what's my dad's name?"
Lei Yicheng glanced at Jin Jumo, "Rong Mochen."
