All the photos spilled out onto the kang bed. Xibao waved to Lu Jiang and proudly said, "Come look!"
His voice was loud, and his spirit full.
Feng Qingxue glanced over; no matter how she looked at it, she felt Xibao's demeanor was somewhat like that of the old boss.
Of course, he couldn't compare to the old boss's benevolence and authority. Xibao was young, imitating only the form but lacking the substance.
But he was still quite intimidating.
Lu Jiang, however, didn't bicker with his son. Holding his daughter, he sat on the kang bed and glanced at the photo Xibao was holding. "Hmm, the photo is of a foreigner. Xibao, who is this?"
"Nana!" Xibao answered and then took the photo of the old leader with himself, "Grandfather!"
