Little seventh asked who she was talking to on the phone just now. Xuan Yingluo lowered her body and touched little seventh’s tender little face. “Mommy was talking to Uncle Zhou just now.”
“Is he the uncle who hugged mommy on Mommy’s birthday that day?”Little seventh asked.
Xuan Yingluo was still very curious that little seventh still remembered Zhou Yu. Although little seventh was smart since he was young and had a photographic memory, he would not even lift his eyelids when he was not interested in people.
“Little seventh young master, you still remember Uncle Zhou. What do you think of Him?”
Little seventh young master thought for a moment. “Uncle Zhou is so tall, and he looks very cold, very hard, and very difficult to get along with.”
Zhou Yu was little seventh young master’s biological father. She did not know what Zhou Yu would think when he heard such an evaluation from his son.
