Jian Ran chuckled lightly. In the video, Old Master Qin kept glancing around, obviously looking for Little Cubao.
"Hm, Mochen, why don't you bring the phone over to Little Cubao?"
"Alright."
Gu Mochen took the phone from Jian Ran's hand and brought it over to Little Cubao.
"Not bad, not bad. These features are handsome. Look at this straight nose, just like Mo Chen... And the mouth as well. This forehead looks blessed."
Old Master Qin rattled off a bunch of compliments, all praising Little Cubao for looking like Gu Mochen.
Jian Ran immediately felt a bit put out.
This... seems like I didn't contribute at all.
Jian Ran couldn't help but softly ask, "Old Master, what about my contribution? Isn't there anything that resembles me?"
On the other end of the phone, the Old Master, hearing Jian Ran's question, carefully scrutinized the little one on the screen, then shook his head.
"Haven't noticed anything yet."
Jian Ran: "..."
That hurt.
