Xia Yu turned around and shook his head. "I don't know him. Sister, he said he was here to look for you."
Xia Wanyuan looked out the door and met a pair of blue eyes that were as transparent as glass.
Xia Wanyuan had a photographic memory. Seeing these eyes, she recalled the little boy she had met at the church entrance when she participated in the music competition last year. After all, these eyes were too recognizable.
"You're so difficult to find." The hair on the boy's forehead was slightly curled and golden. His blue eyes were filled with dissatisfaction.
"Why are you looking for me?" Although Xia Wanyuan recognized him, she did not know why this little boy had come to look for her.
The little boy walked into the house. The person behind him wanted to follow, but he waved his hand to stop them.
He took two steps and stopped. He looked at Xia Yu. "I want to talk to her. Go down."
