Regarding Beiming Han's health, he and Bai Jingqing were unbelievably cautious, carrying an immense level of vigilance, not daring to take any risk. Their only thought at the time was that their elder brother must live.
"Why do you look so much like me?" Beiming Han looked at the face in front of him, and his heart, originally as cold as a millennium ice, involuntarily warmed and softened.
"I'm this handsome, where did you get the confidence that you look like me?" Xia Tian raised his chin and looked at him provocatively.
"Who was on the phone just now?"
Despite his rudeness, Beiming Han wasn't angry; even his tone involuntarily softened a lot.
"What's it to you?" Xia Tian snorted coldly. This heartless bad man hurt mommy; he wouldn't tell him the truth.
"Hey, I say, little brat..."
"What do you want, Old! Man!!" Xia Tian glared at Huangfu Ye with a dangerous look in his eyes. He hated people looking down on him!
