She used a few plants on the shelf to hide herself, and the moment she saw the child, her pupils constricted in disbelief.
That... that child...
Before her eyes were two figures, one big and one small.
The big one wore a shirt, the small one a T-shirt, with a little red sailboat drawn on the front of the T-shirt.
Yet, despite this, the two figures looked remarkably similar.
Even though the child still looked so young, there was... there was inexplicably a resemblance in contour to him.
Seeming to sense her gaze, Fu Nancheng looked up in this direction.
Luckily, Qiao Mo reacted swiftly, immediately turning her body to conceal herself again.
That child... why did that child look so much like him?
Even the way he cut steak and ate was exactly the same.
Qiao Mo's eyes were red, her heart racing rapidly, and she couldn't help but poke her head out again to observe the child.
