"Yes," Ling Xi nodded, her smile at the corner of her mouth faint, lessening the chill about her considerably.
"Very good, very good indeed! The tiger father has no canine daughter, ha ha ha! Excellent!"
Actually, Allen Cuthill had heard about Ling Xi from Leng Minghui a few years ago. Leng Minghui had said back then that if he truly met with misfortune, he might worry about everyone else, but the one he couldn't leave behind was his daughter. She was too innocent and, thus, too easily hurt. He had not expected that today he would actually meet the very person his friend had described so earnestly.
But was the girl before him truly one and the same with the child his brother had spoken of? If it weren't for their similar features, he would have had some doubts.
After all, he couldn't relate the female soldier before him with the gentle and innocent girl his friend had mentioned. However, he believed that this soldier before him was indeed more suited to be his friend's successor!