"Auntie, who are you?"
A milky voice came over. Lan Xin Ai looked down to see a boy about seven or eight years old, wearing casual white clothes. His tender white skin made you want to pinch it, and his big eyes were filled with scrutinizing curiosity.
"You mustn't call her that, she's your sister-in-law." Xi Yemo came over and gently tousled the boy's hair.
"Sister-in-law, hello, my name is Xi Yuran, nice to meet you,"
The little boy blinked, his adult-like tone was quite serious, and he also extended his right hand.
Lan Xin Ai was surprised; she had assumed this little boy was his nephew, not his younger brother.
But she did glean a bit of information from Xi Yuran's words.
The man's surname was Xi.
"Hello, my name is Lan Xin Ai." Lan Xin Ai was slightly taken aback by the mature Xi Yuran, then extended her right hand to shake his small one.
Xi Yuran immediately shook off Lan Xin Ai's hand with disdain, huffily declaring, "I wanted a gift."