"So what do you want, then?" Lu Qingqing said in resignation.
"You should be twenty-six years old. I want to know your name and contact information," Song Xiufeng regretted not having saved some of his old photos on his phone as evidence to show her, which could have mitigated her wariness and gained her trust.
How similar their faces were? It was obvious they were related by blood.
Lu Qingqing looked at him suspiciously, "How do you know my age?"
Although everyone tends to silently estimate someone's age when they see them, it's difficult to guess correctly in reality; estimations are rough at best. To easily guess someone's exact age would require the ability of Fiery Eyes to discern one's age by their bones.
He had addressed her politely as 'you' before, now it was the informal 'you'.
With wide eyes and a show of temperament, she resembled him in his youth.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Song Xiufeng's mouth, "Can you tell me your name?"
