Jiang Huailu was reborn.
Lu Huaijiang was both happy and desperate.
The little girl was delicate and exquisite, completely like a miniature version of Jiang Huailu.
She was still so smart, and ...
Illiterate.
But why couldn't she change the way she addressed him?
"White-haired grandpa, why are you crying?" Lulu, who was lying in the middle of the flower stamen, crossed his legs and felt that the white-haired grandfather in front of him was especially interesting.
"Hehehe…" Lu Youyou did not show any mercy to her biological father and secretly laughed.
"Love is stronger than gold, love is as deep as the sea, life and death follow…Emperor, am I powerful? I know how to memorize words." The little girl nodded as she spoke.
The Emperor's scalp went numb. You're quite smart.
The first time I remembered it was to mock your father.
"Lulu, do you still remember Mother? Mother is so happy to see you. My Lulu, you're finally back."
