A pair of big watery eyes stared right at the people.
Madam White looked, growing happier, constantly kissing the child's chubby little cheeks, and praised, "Oh my, so cute! Old Sir, look, isn't she exactly the same as Bryan when he was little?"
Old Sir White touched the child's face, teasing while laughing, "Much prettier than that boy. That boy was so ugly when he was little! No idea how he grew up to look decent now..."
He joked, and just then, Bryan White walked over and heard his father's words, couldn't help but smile, teasingly said, "Did you pick up the wrong child at the hospital? I'm not your biological son!?"
"Mischievous kid!" Old Sir White glared at him, but there was still a smile hanging at the corner of his mouth, "You were born at home, just like your wife, what hospital was there?"
Bryan White raised an eyebrow, smiled silently, walked to his mother's side, stroked his daughter's pink cheek, his eyes full of indescribable affection.
