"Does Little Yijing think your aunt is pretty?"
Lin Qingluo forcefully suppressed her astonishment and looked at the little cutie running towards her with a sweet smile.
"Mother is the most beautiful woman in the world."
Little Yijing gave a serious evaluation: "Aunt is just a little bit worse than Mother, but she's still pretty."
"Hehe."
Lin Qingluo laughed, pinched his soft cheek, and teased him: "It seems that Little Yijing really likes aunty, being only a little bit worse than Mother."
"Aunt, help Yijing find father."
Little Yijing's sparkling black eyes spun around, and he continued smoothly: "Yijing likes Aunt."
"Hehe."
Lin Qingluo rubbed his little head and joked: "What a cunning little fellow."
"Sister, when we first heard he was looking for his father, we were a bit surprised and didn't ask any questions."
Lin Jinrui's mental voice reached Lin Qingluo's ears: "Sister, can you ask him? Who is his mother? And what's the story with his father?"
