Gan Tang was still a child after all, so when he suddenly saw such a pair of eyes, he couldn't help but show a look of surprise, his little mouth slightly agape.
"Your eyes..."
Seeing his change in expression, Huangfu Yaoyang slightly arched his brow.
"So unique, so beautiful!"
The little guy exclaimed in admiration.
After hearing the latter part of the sentence, Huangfu Yaoyang's gaze flickered, his face remained calm, but his contracted pupils had visibly relaxed.
"You are also very special... Gan Tang."
He pronounced his name in Chinese, enunciating each word clearly.
The little guy showed a surprised look.
"You know me?"
The man nodded. It was not just a matter of knowing Gan Tang; he knew all about him.
His name, birthday... even his weight at birth, his love for painting, especially for oil painting... and things like that.
"All right!" The little guy nodded, "Fair enough, but... that makes it kind of boring."