C545 Young Master Zhang

Upon hearing the child's voice, Bai Qingcheng quickly stepped back from Chu Lin's arms, her face blushing a delicate shade of red. She was the picture of shyness, so enchanting that even the child's mother paused, a hint of awe in her gaze.

Chu Lin chuckled, glancing at the little girl who appeared to be about four or five years old