Today, next to him was not just a girl, but a little girl, and moreover, a beautiful little girl!
She looked to be only about fourteen or fifteen.
This was surely as unexpected as the sun rising from the west.
In this period, Chiang Xiao had sprouted up quickly, and with her inherently mature core, she no longer looked like a thirteen-year-old girl, but rather appeared to be around fourteen or fifteen.
When Meng Xinian saw Chiang Xiao take two steps back and stand behind, he extended his hand backwards and pulled her to the front.
"Little, call him Brother Kuang."
It wasn't Brother Yun Xian.
Right, he had absolutely no wish for her to follow his calling in this regard.
She'd better only call him Brother Xinian and not address others that way. He clearly remembered her having a Yong Cong Brother, a Brother Lin Zi, and so on.
Calling people by their names in such a manner seemed too intimate.
