Secretary Little Wang hurriedly handed over a cup of specialty water that had been prepared in advance. Wei Qin took it and took a light sip, which made him feel a bit better.
"Uncle-in-law, my mother didn't find any similarities at all." He smiled faintly, his pale and elegant appearance fragile like a butterfly in frost and snow. This kind of vulnerable beauty shouldn't occur at such a moment; it sparked worry that it might disappear at any moment.
"My mother has long forgotten the look in my eyes when I was a child." His resemblance to Jiang Yang during his childhood was mostly seen in their eyes and temperament. It was these things that made him look like Jiang Yang in appearance, six or seven points. But if someone has long forgotten these details, it would impossible to remember again.
Jin Lifu realized he had misspoke and was embarrassingly awkward.
