Di Minghan had not expected that when he turned around, he would see a face that although new, felt oddly familiar. It was unfamiliar as Baobao's appearance had completely changed. It was familiar because it almost resembled his own face when he was a child.
For the first time, the man behind the mask, Di Minghan, wore a petrified expression. Who could tell him what was going on? At this moment, he was completely oblivious to the ethereal beauty of Mo Jiuli's face.
His full attention was on the mini-version of his own face being held by Mo Jiuli. He could affirm that this child was his offspring, without any verification. There was no other explanation.
Turning her head, Mo Jiuli was met with a masked face. Slightly furrowing her exquisite eyebrows, she noted his silence and how he simply stared at the mother-daughter duo. Moreover, his aura seemed slightly disordered, as if their two appearances were too shockingly strange...
