"Does it feel familiar?" Xiao Yu thought that blood relations were really mysterious. Was it possible that Xing Ling sensed something?
Xing Ling nodded with a smile, "But anyone would feel the same, after all, they are good-looking and cute."
She had never seen children so good-looking.
Quadruplets, each one beautiful.
Dark hair, large eyes like grapes, white skin; surely, they would grow up to be the protagonists of a novel!
Xing Ling's phone vibrated.
She handed Xiao Yu's phone back to him and took out her own.
It was a message from Xing Yanjie: Left.
Xing Ling didn't reply but pocketed her phone and asked Xiao Yu, "I wonder if there's a chance to have a meal with Mr. Ye?"
As a special assistant, he should be able to arrange it, right?
Consider it a reservation?
"Yes, I will pay attention to Mr. Ye's schedule," Xiao Yu said.
Xing Ling thought that his words were quite noncommittal.
