Xin Zimen watched his son leaving the room and shook his head. He stretched his hand to pick up the photo frame from the table at his side and looked at the woman smiling softly with her black orbs gleaming with happiness.
"Your sons didn't inherit a single thing from you," he remarked in a slightly low voice.
"Are you complaining, Xiao Zi?"
Xin Zimen heard the voice and looked up at his only friend who just walked inside the room.
"Brother Kuan, I'm not complaining. It's just that it would have been so easy for me if at least one of my sons had turned out to be like their mother," Xin Zimen lamented rather sadly. "She was stubborn, strong, cunning and shrewd. But Ah-Li and Ah-Si have none of these qualities. Not even one."
