"Well, I'll hang up now, just send me the time and place once you've arranged it!"
After speaking, before Han Kekou could respond, Ye Nuanxi decisively ended the call. Then she turned to look at Little Xingchen sleeping on the bed, her clear gaze softening gradually as it landed on his little face, which bore more than a ninety percent resemblance to Huo Beichen.
This little guy, except for a pair of eyes like hers, resembled a mini Huo Beichen in every other aspect. How dominant could that man's genes be to occupy so much of her son's genetics!
The greater part of the afternoon had already passed, yet the man had not sent any information at all. Was he really planning to not give her an explanation?
She didn't fully believe what Su Yu had said, but she had to admit that it made sense. Four years ago, the cufflink he left behind, made of rose gold and inlaid with mandarin ducks, clearly wasn't something a man would like - "Envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals!"
