When he turned 9, he finally understood who that man referred to when he met his father.
Kyle Kinston naturally exuded a cold aura, and the bodyguards around him knew that the parents of Mr. Kinston had passed away long ago. The little girl's words undoubtedly touched on a taboo. As they were pondering how to smooth things over, they saw the little girl's hand already touching those phoenix eyes that resembled her own, "You must have confidence. Mommy said that confident kids are the most beautiful. Yes, believe me, your eyes are just like mine, they're beautiful."
The nearby bodyguards almost fainted. Please, would the CEO lack self-confidence? It just doesn't connect with the CEO at all.
"Alright, I'm not a policeman uncle. If you're looking to thank the police, then you've got the wrong person," Kyle Kinston said, stooping to set the little one down.
"You're not a police uncle? Then why are you standing together with the policemen?" Katherine Quinn asked in disappointment.
