Yue Lin looked at the plaque of the Yun Family opposite, his mind drifting momentarily as if he had been here countless times before, an inexplicable feeling drawing him to this place.
"Pass the ball to me!"
"Hehe, chase me!"
At the entrance, a group of children of similar age were playing soccer.
Yue Lin immediately noticed a little boy with silver short hair among them.
He looked about four or five years old, dressed elegantly, with a face exceptionally handsome and delicate. There was an innate cool arrogance between his brows, a regal aura beyond measure.
Despite being the youngest, he stood out remarkably among the crowd.
Yue Lin's steps halted silently, a look of surprise and slight bewilderment emerging on his stern face.
"Watch out!"
Someone in the crowd shouted, and the ball flew directly towards Yue Lin.
The group of kids thought disaster was imminent, scattering in fright, while Yue Lin calmly caught the ball with a raised hand and tossed it back.
