Gu Xiaoer looked at the men on the left and right of the mirror, and besides his eyes and dimples, Li Wanzi's features closely resembled those of the man standing next to him.
It was as if they were carved from the same mold, with finely chiseled and deeply set features. Especially the little one's silent lip pressing action, that proud and deep expression, was practically a smaller version of Han Luoli.
"Yes, I look so much like Li Wanzi, why can't he call me Daddy?" Han Luoli imitated Li Wanzi's tone.
"You rascal, just because you look alike, you call him dad? Are you going to support him in old age in the future?" Gu Xiaoer flicked Li Wanzi's ear with her index finger and grumbled.
"..." Han Luoli and Li Wanzi were both speechless.
"Li Wanzi, take a closer look, don't you look like me?"
Han Luoli turned his gaze to the mirror.
