[I care more about that Uncle Ling Huaxi than this.] ]

[Ling Huaxi?] ]

Lin Ao turned to look at Lin Jue: [Don't you think, Ling Huaxi looks very similar to her mother?] ]

For details, Lin Ao has always been very sensitive, which is exactly the same as Beitang Yaori.

Lin Jue frowned: [Well, in this case, it is indeed a bit similar. ]

was reminded by his younger brother that Lin Jue noticed that Ling Huaxi was a very beautiful man, and he ...... If you compare carefully, it is indeed slightly similar to Lin Nuanxi, especially the beautiful amber eyes.

Anyway, there's some progress so far.

Beitang Yaori If it is really himself and Lin Ao's father......

Thinking of this, Lin Jue felt a little inexplicable excitement and excitement in his heart, if the special identity of Beitang Yaori surprised him, it was better to say that the Dechajia Dragon King tattoo on his body made him feel more curious.

Why does Beitang Flare have that thing tattooed on his body?

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Around Haimo Mountain, Black Swan Castle.

Last night, Leng Zhao ironed all the clothes that Beitang Xing needed to wear today. Dressed in a gorgeous black suit, Beitang Xing's whole person looks like a future star.

Leng Zhao tied a small tie around his neckline, which was square, noble and handsome.

[Young Master, today is the day for you to participate in the competition, and my subordinates wish you good results!] ]

[Xie Lu, Xie Lengzhao.] ]

Full of confidence, to be honest, for this international piano competition, Beitangxing is full of confidence.

[It's not early, after the young master has breakfast, his subordinates drive the young master to Huafu Le Tang.] ]

Beitangxing paused, turned his head and looked at the calendar: [Is Dad already gone?] ]

[Yes, Emperor Shao went out early in the morning.] ]

[Today is the day when Dad receives the official of India, right?] ]

[Yes, young master.] Leng Zhao nodded, although he hadn't told Beitangxing about this matter carefully, but Beitangxing was very concerned.

Smiling lightly, Beitang Xing took the towel handed by Leng Zhao and wiped it, then turned his head to look at the black grand piano that he usually used to practice.

[In the evening, I will take home the trophy, I think Dad must be very happy.] ]

[Hehe, as long as the young master shows a smile, it will be the best trophy for the emperor and young man.] ]

[So, Leng Zhao.] Beitang Xing turned his head and looked at Leng Zhao again: [Just let someone else send me to Huatang Lefu today, you can go directly to Dad.] ]

Beitang Xing's words suddenly made Leng Zhaozheng stunned.

[Dad has been busy preparing for the Indian Prime Minister these days, and I know he's under a lot of pressure. ]

[…… Yes. ]

[Leng Zhao, you are the longest and most reassuring one by your father's side, I think he will be a little easier to have you by his father's side.] ]

[But young master, my subordinates have to send you to the competition.] ]

[I'll go to the game myself, I'm nine years old!] ]

[But......]

[Don't be, it's an order.] Don't be anxious or annoyed, if the little young master is calm, he has the same rights as the emperor.

[I'm not worried about being alone on Dad's side, Leng Zhao, you go over there to help Dad deal with affairs, so that I won't be distracted by the game because I'm worried about Dad.] ]

Since everything has been said and done, of course, Leng Zhao can't refuse anything anymore.