"Auntie Qiu, what's your relationship with him?"
Ye Luan's voice was trembling. He grabbed Qiu Tong's clothes and pointed at Qiu Rong with his other hand.
His eyes flickered with anticipation as he asked with a tight feeling in his throat.
Qiu Tong took the photo and smiled when she saw her former self leaning on Qiu Rong's shoulder in the picture.
This should be one of the photos that Qiu Xingyuan and the rest had secretly hidden.
Qiu Tong sat by the bed and said with a smile, "This is my father. We look very similar, right?"
"Unfortunately, he can't live with us now. After a while, I'll find a way to get him out."
When Ye Luan heard the word "father", his body swayed.
Qiu Tong sensed that something was wrong and was about to ask when she saw Ye Luan rush to the door and lock it from the inside.
Ye Luan came back and rummaged through the drawers until he found a folding knife.
