He was like a salesman selling treasures to others. He turned around and picked up a few photo frames from the table beside him. He gave one to song Xuan and one to song ran.
Song ran then saw a little girl sitting on Tang qingru's lap.
With that, it became clear that it was her and her sister. Her mother had left behind many photos of them when they were three or two years old. They were the same, exactly the same.
At that time, Tang qingru was young, handsome, and full of spirit. His smile was warm and genial, and that kind of fatherly love in his eyes did not seem to be an act.
He was really concerned about his two daughters.
Song ran's fingers gently caressed the person in the photo. She looked up at Tang qingru and said, " "Can she speak at this time?"
"At that time, Xing 'er was less than a year old, but she could already call her mom and dad. Everyone said that Xing' er was smart and matured early." Tang qingru quickly said.
