Feng Qingxue and Jiang Xiaoyue heard it clear, turning their heads simultaneousy. The teenager had a round face with a tall and slender stature, looking elegant and refined. His pair of extra thick eyebrows were both lively and distinctive, and his round eyes were as dark as ink.
"Brother!" Xibao shouted loudly, his eyebrows and eyes brimming with smiles.
Upon hearing Xibao, Feng Qingxue suddenly remembered.
On the day they had met the old leader, they had encountered this teen on the way both to and from the meeting. He had been walking alongside an elegant elderly woman. During that encounter, the elderly lady had been graced with a sweet kiss from Xibao, along with a rose.
After calling out "brother", Xibao glanced behind the teen, "grandma is not here!"
The teen solemnly replied, "Yes, grandma is not here, Xibao. Would you like to go and find her with me? She has been talking about you these past few days. The flower you gave her is now being kept in a vase."