"I am Cheng Ningyuan!" Ning Ning said with a smile in his voice.
As if a spring breeze and spring rain falling on the dry desert, Third Young Master Ye's irritable mood lifted as he heard the tender voice over the phone.
"Give the phone to your sister, please," Third Young Master Ye's tone softened as he knew that he was speaking to a child over the phone. Since Cheng Anya was not too old, Third Young Master Ye assumed that the person he was speaking to was Anya's younger brother.
He could not help but feel awkward. Geez, this child sure was polite and had a comforting voice. How could two children differ so much?
Ning Ning's eyes grew wide.
"You're looking for my sister?" Ning Ning asked in a quizzical way and chuckled. He neither called Anya 'sister' and nor did he clarify anything.
It was not always necessary to clarify an incorrect preconceptions.
Correct?
