The little beggar looked at Qin Wan with eyes full of confusion, clearly wondering why you, who haven't recognized me, the beggar, are talking so much.
"Qin... Miss Qin, do you remember me?" The little beggar couldn't help but ask.
Hearing the little beggar call her Miss Qin, Qin Wan was obviously stunned. She hadn't heard this title for many years, since she got married, no one called her Miss Qin anymore; everyone called her Mrs. Jiang, which was a very distant name to her.
"You..." Qin Wan's eyes filled with much confusion. In her view, given the little beggar's age, it was impossible for him to call her Miss Qin; the last time someone called her Miss Qin, the little beggar hadn't been born yet.
"Do you recognize me?" Qin Wan carefully scrutinized the little beggar, trying to see familiar features in his eyes and face, but to no avail. "Are you from outside the border?"
