'Why does her eyes resemble that person!' Xi Ting wondered.
He then shook his head to come back to his senses. His eyes gradually turned dark.
"Who are you? Why are you so close to my son?" he asked coldly.
"Whatever you want to ask, you can ask your brother! Now give the phone back to Xiaobao," Qin Yan replied indifferently.
"You!!!!" Xi Ting could not believe that somebody can speak to him in this manner. Generally, people would take chances to fawn on him, specially people of opposite gender. 'Why is this woman speaking to me in this tone!' he wondered.
When he was immersed in his thoughts, the little guy took the phone from his hands.
Qin Yan looked at the little face on her screen and sighed, 'No wonder he looked familiar. He is basically the mini version of Xi Ting.'
