Nancheng Lie’s eyes darkened. He looked earnestly at Li Qinghao’s sleeping face. He didn’t look like Xu at all, but for some unknown reason, he gave Nancheng a strong feeling of familiarity. Nancheng Lie got up from the sofa, took a quilt from his bedroom and put it over Li Qinghao. The sleeping man let out a low groan. Maybe ...