The senior Mr. Xiao narrowed his eyes, his gaze unwaveringly set upon the two little ones.
The boy looked strikingly similar to his son at that age, cool and reserved, while the other, smiling gracefully and gently, also bore a shade of his son's likeness.
They weren't his family's children, yet they resembled his family so closely.
Mr. Xiao had never believed in things like the cycle of fate, but faced with two exceedingly delicate children, he couldn't help but marvel at the wonders of life.
Even then, he wouldn't change his mind.
"Grandfather Xiao, we've come to negotiate peace with you," Ye Xingchen spoke up, his little face blossoming with sweetness and elegance.
Mr. Xiao's eyebrows rose with interest as he stared at Ye Xingchen, though his voice remained frosty, "Negotiate peace with me? You're not qualified!"