Ming Mei was surprised, "Oh my, this cute and beautiful little sister, Xizeer, is reacting so nonchalantly."
Ming Mei pokes her son's little face: "Call her sister, in front of such a pretty little girl, don't be so aloof, son."
Xizeer glanced at Ming Mei with a bit of disdain.
Ming Mei...
Rong Yan carefully observed Xizeer. This child was different from the ones she usually met. He exuded a certain coldness not typical of his age, like a natural-born piece of ice. His eyes emitted a chill, and those dark eyes made people somewhat hesitant to get close.
Rong Yan smiled at Ming Mei and said, "Ming Mei, your son has quite the personality."
Ming Mei chuckled, recalling her son's intelligence, feeling quite proud. But seeing Meow still looking up at Xizeer, she wasn't upset about being ignored.
Ming Mei pinched Meow's little face. She truly liked Meow; so pretty, like a little jade figure. But why was her son's reaction so indifferent?
