Shen Yanchuan chuckled. "A few years apart, and your eyesight has gotten even worse."
Xiao Wu looked toward the source of the voice and saw a man of about twenty climbing in through the window.
He wore a blue brocade robe with a Jade Pendant at his waist. His features were sharp and handsome, and there was an air of keen intensity about him. Yet, he had eyes that curved into crescents, adding a touch of warmth when he smiled.
Xiao Wu glanced at Shen Yanchuan again and mused to herself— 'Hmm, this one is still the best-looking!'
Xie Anbai, of course, had no idea what this soft and squishy Little Milk Group was thinking. He flipped up the hem of his robe, casually sat down across from Shen Yanchuan, and studied Xiao Wu for a few moments.
With a SWISH, he unfolded a snow-white fan, his lips curling. "You have a point. This little girl is far easier on the eyes than you. I doubt you have what it takes to have a kid like this."
