Li Qinghao was eating breakfast gracefully. No matter how elegant and calm he was, he felt a bit self-conscious under the whole Nancheng family’s intense gaze. At first, he remained unmoved. Gradually, a dull red flush suffused his face. Why did they keep their eyes fixed on him? “Who’s he, Uncle?” Nancheng Yunyu’s seven-year-old daughter, Nancheng Beibei asked. She looked ...