Song Xiaoxi was feeling particularly bold, hiding by Ye Yang's side, refusing to move.
The way she was acting, it was as if she was utterly convinced Ye Yang wouldn't hand her over.
Song Jiaqi's gaze was fixed on Song Xiaoxi, the mother and daughter were in a standoff. The way they interacted was strangely surprising, drawing quite a bit of attention. Therefore, when Ye Yang's gaze fell on Song Jiaqi, no one found it particularly strange.
But Ye Yang's look was different from before.
If his memory served him correctly, Song Jiaqi had grown taller.
He remembered her being eighteen then.
Now, seven years later, she was twenty-five.
Perhaps due to not fully developing yet, she had grown a few centimeters taller.
A 34B bust had turned into at least a 34D, her figure becoming more refined.
