The women scrutinized Pei Xiao with surprise. A round-faced girl, who looked to be only fourteen or fifteen, gazed at Pei Xiao’s clean, neat clothes. Her eyes darted around for a moment before she walked over and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, sir, who might you be?"
Pei Xiao walked toward the elderly woman, his voice choked with emotion, and knelt on one knee: "Aunt, it is I, Xiaor!"
Everyone was shocked. They crowded around, trying to identify features of their own bloodline in Pei Xiao’s face.
Chapter 72