"Thank you, but I'm not fond of sweets. Young master, please have it yourself." Lin Ziyin smiled at the child. She recognized him; this child was the nephew of Si Jinhan, whose life she had once saved.
"Grandma, this sister saved me." Si Tingwei who was declined looked somewhat regretful. He immediately recognized the beautiful sister before him as the hero who had killed the enemy that day. That's right, the uncle beside her was also very formidable. Sadly, the sister no longer remembered him.
A child's thoughts are simple; he clearly knows who treats him well.
"It's remarkable that you still remember." Laughing, the young lady teased her son, and then stood up to look kindly at Lin Ziyin, "We really owe you a debt of gratitude for that day. Had it not been for your intervention, I shudder to think what might have become of my son and me."
Lin Ziyin could hear the genuine gratitude in her words.