Xander Hugh: "..."
What kind of child is this, thinking of playing matchmaker at such a young age?
The atmosphere in the car was tense, Xander Hugh couldn't bear to listen to Yolanda anymore, "You're too polite, little friend. Uncle is driving, I'll hang up first."
"When my aunt returns, I'll talk to her, and make sure you become my aunt..."
The little one was still young and struggled to speak long sentences clearly. Xander Hugh didn't wait for him to finish and hung up the phone directly.
He was about to turn back to look at Spencer Sullivan's face when a chilling voice came from the back, "You left your own name?"
"Yes..." Xander Hugh felt sweat creeping down his spine.
Chilling.
But... when he signed at the hospital, he had signed his name. Wasn't he supposed to sign his name when he sent the gift today?
The CEO of Starlight Group personally delivered a toy gun to a stranger's child?
Wouldn't people question the child's identity?
