Lin Mengyao was truly meeting Xi Jinyan for the first time. When she laid eyes on him, her eyes widened in surprise.
Lookalike!
They look so alike!
The little one looked so much like Xi Yemo, even though he was still a young child. Lin Mengyao had seen pictures of Xi Yemo as a child, and the father and son were strikingly similar.
Lin Mengyao's fingers clenched her own hand tightly, stopping herself from crying out loud.
"Little Yan looks a lot like Yemo, doesn't he?" Elder Lady Xi held the little one's hand, smiling gracefully at Lin Mengyao.
"Yes, he does look like him."
Lin Mengyao's words were against her will. Why did he resemble Xi Yemo, and not Lan Xin Ai? Why was the world so unfair?
"What do you mean he only looks like his father, his eyes and nose are like mine."
Lan Xin Ai was slightly jealous. If her son was all his father's style, then wouldn't she, as a mother, be regarded as a stepmother? She couldn't accept it.
"Hehe, his eyes and nose do look like you."