Jiang Xiaobai was alone at first; she did not expect Han Muzi to strike up a conversation and even say things to comfort her.
It seems like she’s doing so out of kindness; I do seem quite pitiful because I am alone, she thought to herself.
Feeling Han Muzi’s kindness, Jiang Xiaobai forced a faint smile and softened her voice slightly as she replied, “Yeah, I know that. Thank you.”
Little Bean blinked his eyes as he stared at Jiang Xiaobai. Even though Jiang Xiaobai wasn’t in a good mood right now, she couldn’t stop herself from being amazed by Little Bean’s face, for he looked rather exquisite and good-looking.
What kind of genes do his parents possess to have such a beautiful child? Jiang Xiaobai thought to herself.
As she glanced up at Han Muzi, she realized that the latter’s clear-cut and delicate facial features looked nothing like her son’s. Still, the two of them possessed similar charms—they were mother and son after all.