"Then how do you want me to feel? Should I be jealous too?" Huo Jincheng wanted to laugh, "Little Crystal is so young, what could she know? Besides, that brat, isn't he always quite jealous when Little Crystal talks to someone else more?"
Moreover, Huo Jincheng looked at her, "Doesn't he himself like it too? Otherwise, he wouldn't bring them home for a visit."
Both he and his wife knew their son had a quirk: he was quite the face-judger.
He especially enjoyed being close to those who were good-looking.
Maybe Little Crystal had it too, but she wasn't as obvious about it.
"Yes, that's it." Lu Xingzhi chuckled, "Your son likes those who look good."
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While Huo Chengxiao was sharing his favorite things with his new friend Lu Tingshen, a burst of piano music drifted in from outside.
Lu Tingshen instinctively stepped out of the room and saw a delicate, pink little girl seated at the house's white piano.
