The Whole Internet is Shipping Me with My Ex-Boyfriend-Chapter 276: Chi Yao, Little Cutie and Blood Relations

"You’re Young Master Quan!!"

The shout startled Su Boqian himself, and he quickly took two steps back with a shocked expression, asking, "Are you really Young Master Quan?!"

The man raised his eyebrow: "What do you think?"

Su Boqian: "..." I’m done for...

Su Boqian wasn’t just shocked; he had offended a big shot.

The young master of the Quan Family had just returned from abroad a while ago. He was lucky to have seen that face once when he was in Yanjing recently, the young master who had just returned from studying overseas.

It’s not that Su Boqian had a good memory, but because that face was so distinctive.

As someone who considered himself not bad-looking, even he had to admit defeat. Damn it, no one else could look this striking as a man.

When he saw that face earlier, he was dumbfounded. He remembered he was Young Master Quan, and he was left speechless.

After all, this was the Quan Family’s recently returned Young Master, precious and rare. Not to mention just in Sui City, no one in the entire Yanjing would dare to mess with him!!!

While Su Boqian was in a state of shock, the man in front pulled at his lips, his chilly voice reminiscent of an ice cellar: "Who did you say should kneel earlier?"

"Me, me, me, I’ll kneel, I kneel to you."

’Thud.’

Su Boqian knew when to back down. The Quan Family wasn’t someone he could provoke. If his father found out, he’d break his legs.

So he straightforwardly kneeled: "Young Master Quan, it was a misunderstanding earlier. I failed to recognize the mighty and offended you, it’s my fault. Can you be magnanimous and forgive me?"

The woman standing by was completely dumbfounded.

What did she just see?

Young Master Su, who was always fearless, kneeling to someone.

And kneeling to the very person he wanted to pick a quarrel with!

It was simply surreal...

The place didn’t have many people, but someone could pass by at any moment. Chi Yu didn’t want to cause any more trouble, so he just said: "Do frog jumps, jump all the way out of Xiangxilu’s gate."

Su Boqian’s eyes lit up: "OK, no problem."

Thankfully, he wasn’t looking for trouble with him anymore, that’s already a blessing.

Frog jumps are nothing, he’d even roll out if told to.

Then, many people inside Xiangxilu witnessed a human-shaped frog jumping out in front of them.

Someone recognized that it was Su Boqian.

The notorious rich playboy, Young Master Su, who looked down on others, was actually doing frog jumps in such a high-end place like Xiangxilu.

Someone approached and asked: "Young Master Su, what new game are you playing?"

Su Boqian was utterly humiliated, but he couldn’t show it, so while jumping, he cheerfully said: "Ate too much, jumping a bit for digestion; want to join?"

"No, no, no, I’ll just watch you jump."

"..."

Ahead there was a corridor, around the corner was Xiangxilu’s most expensive private room; people with higher status would enter there.

The man was walking forward when suddenly a soft little ball crashed into him.

"Ouch~"

"Ouch ouch~"

One "ouch" followed by another, the little ball that bumped into him fell to the ground sprawled out, dropping the Bobo bag it was holding.

The man was taken aback; he hadn’t noticed the little guy crashing into him at all.

It wasn’t until the "ouch" sounded that he realized he had knocked over a little kid.

He crouched down, about to pick the little one up, when the kid rolled around and whined: "Ow, ow, you have to pay for it to stop hurting."

The man: "..."

So young and already scheming.

Really not easy.

He picked the little one up, and upon meeting those moist eyes, he hesitated.

The little girl was extraordinarily beautiful, with clear eyes and a face like porcelain. Her eyelashes were long and curled, and her eyes were like clear springs washed by water.

"Leave your name, my mom will settle this with you."

The little girl, softly spoken and seemingly only a bit over two years old, couldn’t speak clearly but was already sharp-witted.

The man just looked at the little girl in front of him, and his heart softened into a cloud drifting in the sky. He reached out and tidied her hair, which wasn’t curly, nor very black, slightly brown, and softly hung over her shoulders.

Like a porcelain doll.

Truly enchanting.

But who lost their porcelain doll?

He picked up the Bobo backpack from the ground, handed it to her, and asked: "Where are your mom and dad?"

The little girl, in a soft, slightly aggrieved voice: "You haven’t paid yet."

The man chuckled, not cold as usual, but with a hint of tenderness even he didn’t realize: "I’ll pay, but I need to pay your mom and dad. If you don’t tell me where they are, how can I pay?"