"Huh?" Aunt Wu hurriedly led the way, guiding Kyle Kinston into the bedroom, pointing to the small bed and said, "Just put him on the bed."
Kyle Kinston laid the little one down and surveyed the room. There were two beds, one large and one small; it was obvious that the big bed belonged to the little one's mother, Alexander Quinn.
Regarding such a coincidence, Kyle Kinston felt something indescribable. The little girl, whose eyes bore some resemblance to his, turned out to be Alexander Quinn's child.
And Alexander Quinn was none other than his life bond. Wasn't this too much of a coincidence?
