Doted on to the Point of Addiction! Sister, Master Qi Will Only Ever Spoil You

Her expression darkened, and she yelled at the man, “Get down!” The man gave an awkward smile. “Should I call you big sister? Forgive me.” Two years later. “Why does this little brat look so much like me? Is he mine?” The impeccably dressed man stared at the little bundle behind the woman. “He is,” the woman admitted frankly. She put on her sunglasses. “You can have him.”