She always looked so goddess-like, sporting a black cashmere coat with a coffee-colored leather belt cinched at her waist as an accent.
In her hand, she held a new model of a luxury snakeskin bag.
But what was most impressive... was that she was also leading a little boy by the hand.
"Damn... what's going on?" Mo Guo looked utterly confused.
Gu Xia also glanced at the little boy and then at Xiao Xue.
"Snow... who's this...?"
"Jing Sinian's son. Jing Huan," Zhao Ningxue said, then flopped down in the seat opposite Gu Xia.
Both Gu Xia and Mo Guo nearly dropped their jaws...
"Say hello to auntie," Zhao Ningxue told the child.
The little boy, who appeared to be about six or seven years old, was fair-skinned with big eyes and long eyelashes, and quite handsome.
He was dressed in a thin cotton luxury brand jacket—dark in color and sporting a black baseball cap.
"Hello, auntie," he said quietly, clearly shy.
