Jiang Yeqing placed a photograph in front of Bo Chengcheng. It was a picture of a family of four.
In the family of four, the young father did not look particularly outstanding, but he looked very kind. He had the looks of a common man, seemed confident enough, with an air of tolerance that sometimes people in high positions would exude.
As for the young mother, she was extremely beautiful with a graceful figure, much like a single stalk of lotus floating above the murky waters.
In front of the couple stood a little boy who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old. The little boy wore a radiant smile that revealed his teeth. He was holding a little girl of three or four by her hand. The little girl was clutching a doll in her arms and wore her hair in two pigtails that stood upright from her head. She looked tubby and adorable.
