Qian often heard the phrase, "You look like your mother."
This idea had always existed in her heart, so when she heard Mu Xiaofeng say this today, she was surprised to ask.
"I've studied sketching and have done a lot of research on human skeletons. You don't resemble her much, but your brother does more so, perhaps you're more like your father."
Mu Xiaofeng explained.
Qian's mind conjured up Chen Lin's hideous and seedy face, inexplicable chills; how could she resemble that man?
"By the way, my family doctor is coming soon to give my father a check-up, do you want him to look at your brother's leg while he's at it? He's quite well-versed in orthopedics." Mu Xiaofeng asked.
Qian snapped back to reality, pretending to be very happy, "Is it convenient?"
"Of course, a matter of lifting a finger."
"Then I'll trouble you, Mrs. Mu."
