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He swallowed slightly before asking curiously, "Pretty sister, what are you holding?"
Zhi Zun stopped in his tracks and turned to look at the little boy.
"Who are you calling pretty sister?"
Wei Fan raised his little hand and pointed at him. "You!"
Zhi Zun stared at him in disbelief, his brows twitching slightly. "Little brat, open your eyes and look properly. Where do you see a sister?"
"But you have such a pretty face!" Wei Fan replied, tilting his head as he studied Zhi Zun's features.
Zhi Zun nearly choked. He placed a hand against his chest, looking utterly offended.
"This ancestor is a man! A remarkably handsome man, at that!"
Wei Fan tilted his head, studying him for a moment. His gaze travelled over Zhi Zun's face and then down to his clothes.
Wei Fan scratched his little head, looking at Zhi Zun with an innocent expression. "But your clothes are prettier than mine. And your face is prettier too."
