Xu Xin Tong’s eyes were still fixed on Bai Chen because the image of her middle-aged savior was still imprinted on her mind.
She was quite certain that Bai Chen, the man who was with her sister right now, was a relative of the man who had saved her from the great assassin Hei Chang.
Xu Xin Tong did not think that Bai Chen was the son of her savior because their ages were not that far apart.
There was a greater possibility that Bai Chen was her savior’s relative because they looked so much alike. One could say they looked almost the same, except for the age difference.
‘Maybe this man is his nephew,’ Xu Xin Tong thought.
She did not realize that she had misunderstood. Bai Chen was not the nephew of the man who had saved her from the great assassin Hei Chang that day—he was actually the man himself.
It was only natural that she could not make the connection that the two of them were the same person because of the age difference.
‘Wait! You brought home a man?!’?