"Hello, Uncle, I am the son of Lin Xinlan, my name is Rong Lincong."
Surprise flickered across the man's face.
He asked, astonished, "Miss Lin has a child? How old is he now?"
Rong's mother knew many people would be surprised when they first learned of Xiaocong's existence.
She explained, "He is the child of Shaoze and Xinlan, it happened a few years ago, it's not something that can be explained in a sentence. Sir, please have a seat. Xinlan isn't home, but if you don't mind, you can have a cup of tea before you leave."
"No, thanks, I came to thank Miss Lin in person. Since she is not at home, I will take my leave." The man turned and left, not staying a second longer.
But as he left, he gave Xiaocong another look.
In truth, Xiaocong's features resembled not only Rong Shaoze, but also Lin Xinlan.
When he saw him just then, he had been doubting his relationship with Lin Xinlan.
He hadn't expected, the child really was Lin Xinlan's.