Qin Xiaoxiao and Qin Huai had never appeared at the book club at the same time before, and Qin Huai had not been there for several years, so no one in the book club noticed that the two looked alike.

Now when the young man who collected the money reminded him, his companion carefully compared the appearance of the two people in his mind, and unexpectedly discovered that their facial features and eyebrows were surprisingly similar.

He didn't dare to say it, and he was afraid that Qin Xiaoxiao and Qin Huai, who were not far away, would hear him and scolded him in a low voice: "Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Qin and Miss Qin have nothing to do with each other!"

The young man who collected the money was dumbfounded and didn't believe it at all: "They look so similar, even their last name is the same, it doesn't matter what the hell!"

The companion hurriedly looked outside the door and found that Qin Xiaoxiao and Qin Huai had not stopped. He thought they had not heard them and breathed a sigh of relief: "Master Qin and Mrs. Qin are deeply in love. They only have one son but no daughter."

The young man who collected the money rolled his eyes and said ambiguously: "Perhaps this couple is pretending to be deeply in love for outsiders to see. I have never seen a rich man without a confidante."

This confidante could be the concubine in the backyard, the girl who lived with him, or the little girl raised outside. Obviously he thought Qin Xiaoxiao was born to Qin Huai's girl raised outside.

Seeing that his talk was getting more and more rambling, his companion was afraid that it would reach Qin Huai's ears. He picked up a book and slapped his companion on the back of the head: "Shut up, and quickly put the new books on the shelf.

If you can’t finish sorting it out, it’s time for Mr. Zhang to curse!”

"Say what you say, don't do anything." The young man who collected the money muttered, rubbing the back of his head, but the deterrent effect of the word "Zhang Lao" was too strong, so he honestly picked up the heavy new book on the table.

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Qin Xiaoxiao and Qin Huai had already walked outside and did not hear Hu Hu from behind the money collector, but they both thought that they had a sense of familiarity when they saw each other just now.

However, eight years was too long for Qin Xiaoxiao, who was only fourteen years old. It was so long that she completely forgot the first time she met Qin Huai on a Mid-Autumn Festival night in her childhood.

The luminous pearl she casually placed on the table for illumination made her only remember guessing lantern riddles on the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and "Uncle Beauty" completely disappeared from her memory.

However, Qin Huai remembered that his mother and wife had said earlier that there was a little girl who looked similar to him. That little girl was Qin He's niece. The little girl in front of him was also named Qin. If it was just a coincidence, it would be a coincidence.

"A gentleman does not take away what others like, so please accept this book, Mr. Qin." Qin Xiaoxiao suppressed the strangeness in her heart, and could not pretend to be stupid and didn't know his identity, so she handed the book to him with both hands.

In her heart, this person was kind to Qin He, and she could respect him if she could, and she couldn't offend him.

A hint of surprise flashed in Qin Huai's eyes, and a smile appeared on his almost perfect face: "Little girl, if I accept this book, won't I become a villain?"

Qin Xiaoxiao didn't bother to guess whether he was teasing her or embarrassing her. There was a look of respect on his face: "My little girl has been taught by my husband since she was a child. Respecting the elderly and loving the young is a virtue. Mr. Qin is the elder. Accepting filial piety from the younger generation has nothing to do with the behavior of a villain.

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Qin Huai's forehead twitched slightly, and he subconsciously touched the corners of his eyes: Is this girl talking about his old age?

With this thought in his mind, he didn't care. He just had an extra understanding of the seemingly gentle and polite Qin Xiaoxiao: "This book is yours if you buy it, keep it well!"

When Qin Xiaoxiao heard this, she knew that he really wouldn't accept it, so she took back her hand and suggested: "When I get back, I will make a copy of this book, and then send someone to deliver the book to Mr. Qin's house."

This arrangement was very thorough and would not put him in the awkward position of competing with his elders for books. It also showed his respect for Qin Huai and made it impossible for anyone to make a mistake.

Qin Huai secretly praised it and couldn't refuse anymore, so he said: "It doesn't have to be like this. After you read it, send it to the Qin Mansion and someone will copy it."

Qin Xiaoxiao's eyes glanced across his eyebrows as if inadvertently, and whispered: "Thank you, Mr. Qin."

After the two separated, Qin Xiaoxiao returned to the Qin Mansion heavily. Qin Huai was not in the mood to hang out and slowly returned to another Qin Mansion.

While eating in the dining room at noon, he recounted his experience in the book club that morning as an interesting anecdote.
Chapter completed!