Lin Qingqian's happiness on seeing him instantly shattered when she heard this.
Disbelief surged in her clear eyes, and her curly eyelashes trembled slightly. "You, what did you call me?"
"Sister." He blinked his big eyes. His dark eyes under his thick eyelashes were clear and free of impurities. "Sister, are you here for me?"
Lin Qingqian held her breath, not daring to believe that the tall and handsome man in front of her was really—Jiang Yanshen.
But why did he have Jiang Yanshen's face?
His temperament was clean and pure, and his handsome features were filled with grievance. "Sister, I want to go home, but I can't go in. Can you bring me in?"
His fair fingers grabbed her arm, and his voice was tender.
Lin Qingqian's throat seemed to be blocked by something. After a long time, she said bitterly, "You're Jiang Yanshen?"