Said that, the old servant could not help walking to Bai Kexiang's side, began to carefully scrutinize the child's small face, actually see her eyes moist.

"Like, really like!" She said.

Qiuzi Mo, who was walking down the stairs, was stunned at first, then looked at Bai Kexiang's small face, and then frowned tightly.

Does the child look like him?

"I'm sorry to bother you." In time, Gu Qianmeng took his son's hand and nodded politely to Qiu Zimo.

"Oh, it's you. Why are you here?" At this time, Qiu Zimo wore a loose casual clothes, faded mature, but there is a little neighborhood boy's temperament, in addition to those...