"Grandpa Jin, she is Little Zhi," Xu Fan introduced them softly.
Seeing the young girl again, his mood had shifted, and even the corners of his lips carried a faint smile.
Jin Heng was momentarily stunned. He set down the birdcage, took a seat beside the girl, and studied her a few more times before bursting into hearty laughter.
Earlier that afternoon, while listening to Jin Zhuoming mention the golden lock in the study, he had still been uncertain whether this was truly Little Wan's child.
But now that they had met, the innate sense of familiarity rising from deep within him could not deceive him.
"There's no mistake, no mistake." Jin Heng slapped his knee in excitement, his smile-filled eyes moistening.
Upon hearing this, Xu Linchuan quickly stepped forward toward the young girl. He raised his hand, as though trying to pat her on the head, but hesitated for fear of upsetting her, leaving his hand suspended midair.
