Sitting down with her daughter for a heart-to-heart, Gu Nuan thought about her daughter's young age, but clearly forgot that her two sons were also presumed to be too young to understand. Yet now, their minds have far surpassed their supposed age range.
Sitting next to her daughter, Gu Nuan gently touched her daughter's head and asked, "Do you like him?"
If Dabai heard this, he would definitely take a knife and go after the man daring to lure his daughter away.
The little pigtailed girl's voice was tender and wordy: "Right now, Xinxin finds him quite interesting and might like him a little bit."
"What do you think he is like?"
Sensing many other things in her mother's tone, Gu Xin asked, "Mom, what are you trying to say?"
"Back then, when your dad and I were together, someone once told me that your dad was a—"
A what? The little pigtailed girl blinked her dark eyes.
