C675 There Were Some Clues

. . . "Boring. " Ning Xi muttered but still obediently closed her eyes.

Zhan Sijue carefully picked up Softy and brought her sleeping soundly face closer to Ning Xi's face to carefully compare.

Similar, really too similar.

Especially her eyebrows and mouth, they were just like a miniature version of her.

Zhan Sijue suddenly felt that the little guy in his arms had become very heavy. .