Zhu Yiping is the kind of person whose identity wouldn't be doubted once you see his face, and you wouldn't pay any more attention to his eyes.
This face is about seventy to eighty percent similar to Zhu Haisheng's. When people see him, they think of Zhu Haisheng, how could they notice the difference in his eyes.
Jin Zijin's pupils shrank, inexplicably stunned in heart.
He didn't immediately notice his eyes like Gu Youyou did at first glance, only felt that this young man had some connection to his daughter, and he didn't seem unpleasant at all.
He nodded gently, which could be considered as an acknowledgment.
The last to get off the carriage was the vagabond.
He had already changed into clean clothes, his hair meticulously combed, his complexion fair.
Yet the expression on his face remained that of fear and timidity, his gaze avoiding theirs, not daring to look at them.
