Li Lingye strode out of the car, walked around it, and his gaze fell on the child in front of the car. He estimated the child to be about five or six years old. If not for the tears staining his face, he would look like a princess from a storybook, beautiful and delicate.,A man in his fifties, a little bald, a bit old, but it doesn't matter that he's thin and white, I can borrow him for a while.,"Come in," she said with a welcoming smile, gesturing for the man to enter. Her white cheongsam was slit high on both sides.。