Ning Yibin also joined in persuading, "Alright, alright, you've frightened the children."
Zhang Yun then made an effort to stop her tears.
Seeing that Zhang Yun had stopped crying, Ning Yibin looked at An Hao apologetically and said, "I'm sorry, Zhang Yun and I only have one son, and never did we imagine we would outlive him. Whenever it's brought up, she gets upset. I apologize for startling you."
An Hao looked at Ning Yibin, stunned. The old leader's expression had always been serious, but that apologetic smile just now made him seem very similar to Qin Jian's smile.
So, she scrutinized Ning Yibin for a long while before slowly saying, "Chief, has anyone ever told you that you resemble someone?"
This was not the first time someone had made such a remark; it was enough to capture Ning Yibin's attention, "Who do you think I resemble?"
"Qin Jian!" said An Hao, and she patted Zhang Yun's hand unintentionally as she spoke, "Don't you think they look alike?"
