"Really?" Xiao Chengjun asked incredulously, his complexion still looking poor.
"Would I lie to you for money?"
"Then why don't you ever have a boyfriend?" Xiao Chengjun interrogated like a police officer. "Shouldn't girls your age all be having boyfriends?"
"You tell me, are you really five years old?" This child's thoughts were perhaps too mature for his age.
"You haven't answered my question yet!"
Xiao Chengjun's dark eyes were insistent and sharp, inadvertently reminding Shen Hanqian of someone. Why did Little Junjun look more and more like that person? Could it be because she missed that person so much that she was having illusions?
Or was it because they both had the surname Xiao?
What a coincidence, lately she seemed to have a destiny with people surnamed Xiao.
"I have my reasons for not having a boyfriend, is that explanation satisfactory?" She patted the child's head.
