His Son (1)

Qin Canglan was not someone who would stare at a girl on the streets. However, Su Xiaoxiao's figure was really eye-catching. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.

Huh.

The little fatty.

He subconsciously took a second look.

Then he was stunned.

This little fat girl's eyebrows… were actually very similar to those of his deceased wife.

To be honest, if they only looked a little similar, it would not be too unimaginable. However, Su Huayin was once a little fat girl.

Su Xiaoxiao raised her eyebrows. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

And this arrogant and world-weary tone…

Qin Canglan raised his head. Could he be dreaming again in broad daylight…

No, it was still different.

As he sized Su Xiaoxiao up, Su Xiaoxiao also observed him seriously.

Last night, Su Xiaoxiao barged into the Protector Duke's Estate at night. The house was dark, and Qin Canglan was lying in the tent without a trace of light.