The man's surname was Xu. A jolt went through De'an. 'Mr. Xu... Could that be the "Xu" from Xu Suying?'
De'an subtly raised his head, secretly observing the man's face.
He possessed a pair of soulful eyes, yet his demeanor was entirely devoid of a rake's licentiousness. He was handsome and poised, carrying himself with an air of hidden virtue—like a flawless young nobleman from a prestigious house.
Only his eyes bore some resemblance to his mother's. The rest of him looked nothing like her.
'Besides, there are only so many eye shapes in the world. In the vast sea of humanity, you're bound to find people with similar eyes. You can't just assume a blood relation based on something like that. If it were that simple, I'd have tens of millions of relatives.'
'So, am I just overthinking this?'
Just as De'an was starting to suspect he was overthinking things, the young Mr. Xu suddenly grabbed his sleeve.
His face was etched with anxiety, and his tone was somewhat aggressive.
