"Good grief..."
Crouched in the sofa reading a book, An Ruoxue heard her son's tone of voice and could not help frowning. The way the child spoke was overwhelmingly like Rong Che.
Well, after all, the boy had Rong Che's blood flowing through his veins. Whether it was his tone of speech or the spirited glint between his brows, An Xiaonian was the spitting image of Rong Che.
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