Yuanya did not know if she was influenced by Lan Xiu's emotions, or if her mind had simply gone blank.
She unexpectedly opened her mouth and asked, "How old is it?"
"Three years old!"
Yuanya looked at Lan Xiu, and strangely felt that the one who was three years old was not the leopard!
It was him!
Caesar, under the pressure of Lan's three-year-old, seemed a bit dissatisfied.
He rarely had the chance to see his favorite human being, who was soft and smelled so good. Why was she holding him all the time?
Let him go!
"Isn't my son handsome?"
Lan at three years old still indulged in his son's beauty.
Yuanya nodded, "Yes, very handsome."
She didn't hold back from those words; this leopard was indeed very beautiful!
Lan Xiu was very pleased with this statement. Like any parent whose child had been praised, he was very delighted.
He took Yuanya's hand and petted it on his son's furry head.
"Does it feel good?"
