Old Master Yan's words made the police chief and young policeman fill with envy.
Yan Hui's eyes were fixed on Chichi and she did not pay attention to anyone else. She kept mumbling, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry Chichi. It's mom's fault." When Yan Hui gave birth to the child, she insisted that the child be called Yan Chi. The Yan family doted on her and let her have her way.
"It's getting late. To express our gratitude, how about we treat you to a meal?" The old man asked Jiang Xi, who calmly nodded. "Alright, but no beef."
"Yes, no beef..." At this moment, Yan Chi was like a repeater, repeating the words 'no beef' over and over again. At first, his pronunciation was rather vague, but as time passed, his pronunciation became more and more accurate. The Yan family was completely stunned.
