Jing Yanxi opened the box, slid his hands on the screen, and replied casually, "She's my little sister."
Li Manting got startled and stared at Li Muchen.
Li Muchen shook his head at once. "Her mother works in my villa. She's Yan Yan's classmate in the kindergarten."
Li Manting nodded and turned to look at Jiu Jiu again. The little girl looked thin and weak. Perhaps she was around three or four years old. With such delicate facial features, she was absolutely a beauty. Her parents must also be very good-looking.
Li Manting was still a little worried. "Nowadays, all women want to find a rich husband. Every time I have dinner with those ladies, they would leave many photos and business cards in my hands. They especially want the two of you to be their daughters' husbands. Chen, I trust you. If you want to remarry, I won't stop you. But not every woman can enter our family."