"Goodbye, Qiu."
"Goodbye, Brother Jun."
"Is that a new friend?" Yang Tai asked his son.
"Yes, Qiu is so smart and pretty." Yang Zijun replied happily, then sighed, "If only Qiu were my real sister, then she could come home with me."
Yang Tai looked at his son, amused: "You like her that much?"
"Yes!" Yang Zijun nodded vigorously.
Ning Yan, standing nearby, couldn't help but laugh: "You've been so busy at the company these days, you don't know that your son's soul is almost stolen by that little girl. But that little girl is truly lovable; not just your son wants to recognize her as a sister, even I want to recognize her as a daughter."
"If you like her so much, why not just recognize her as a goddaughter," Yang Tai said indifferently.
Ning Yan smiled at him, "You might like it, but her parents might not. That little girl's parents are not ordinary people."
"Do you know them?"
"Do you still remember the Ye Family from six years ago?"
