Uncle Li had been rather unusually excited these past two days.
Especially when he looked at Xiaobao, his expression was so tender and affectionate that his gaze seemed to melt the little guy.
The reason was that day.
He Jingyao was having lunch with Xiaobao, with Uncle Li by his side pouring coffee, when He Jingyao suddenly blurted out, "Uncle Li, do you think Xiaobao looks like me?"
Uncle Li was taken aback for a moment, glanced at He Jingyao, then at the little guy: "Perhaps... um... there is a resemblance."
"Resemblance is resemblance," He Jingyao's brows moved slightly, seemingly displeased, "He's my son, isn't it natural for him to look like me?"
Uncle Li was so surprised he almost threw the coffee pot he was holding!
"But, you said... said..." He became incoherent in his excitement.
He Yirong had come over to the kitchen, so Uncle Li was unaware of what transpired afterward.
