Because Xiaocheng had fallen asleep, Lian Xinying carried him to the large sofa in the living room and then sat beside him, immobile.
She was determined to guard her son.
Yan Ye's demeanor was predatory as if he was eyeing Xiaocheng.
Tall and handsome, Yan Ye stood gracefully nearby, his deep eyes enigmatic and unfathomable, making it impossible to guess his thoughts.
He stared intently at the woman and child on the sofa.
In Yan Ye's view, Xiaocheng and Lian Xinying's resemblance was at least seventy percent.
Then what about their resemblance to him?
To find the answer, Yan Ye went to the study.
He remembered that his photo albums were there.
After finding the album, he flipped to his own childhood pictures.
Usually, he hardly ever thought of looking at these things.
Lian Xinying saw Yan Ye going upstairs and thought he was going to take a nap, so she let down her guard and leaned back on the sofa to rest.
