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After retrieving the car from the parking lot, Lai Zhiyun and Zhou Liao did not meet up with Luo Qiuyue and her group.
The car traveled on a congested road, speeding toward their home.
In the car, Lai Zhiyun stared intently at Zhou Liao, her gaze fixed on him, and Zhou Liao, sensing her stare, curved his lips into a faint smile.
"Do you have something you want to ask me?"
In the silence, Zhou Liao was the first to speak.
"No. I just think that Mom looked very cool today. I took a good look, and I actually think you resemble Mom a bit."
When it came to appearance, at a glance, Zhou Liao looked more like his father with his facial features and structure, but the expression between his brows and eyes, and the shape of his eyes were like his mother's—there was a kind of gentle calmness when his aura was not released.
Once his presence burst forth, his deep eyes would especially exude sharpness.
