Meng Xinian was shocked the moment he saw that face, and all the hair on his body stood on end.
Too similar, too similar.
Looking at a man with a face so much like Chiang Xiao's, the feeling was truly indescribable.
He only knew that he, unconsciously, held Chiang Xiao's hand tightly.
And he also felt that Chiang Xiao's palm sweated a lot all of a sudden, wet and sticky.
But, after a second look, Meng Xinian noticed their differences.
First, of course, was gender, then age, and also temperament.
His eyebrows were gallant and thick, similar in shape to Chiang Xiao's, but much more delicate.
The shape of the eyes was also similar, but Chiang Xiao's eyes were slightly larger, and while his gaze was calm, hers was lively, occasionally indifferent.
The noses might be the most similar, almost identical.
The most different was the mouth, Chiang Xiao's was slightly smaller, like a small peach, very beautiful.
"Ah Cheng, you brought friends?"
