"However, as long as Auntie Tang Ying is still around, she will definitely leave behind traces."
In front of Tang Baiyong, Xue Yunfei was very obedient.
"I will make finding Tang Ying's aunt my lifelong goal. Even if I have to search every inch of South City, I will find her. He had to see people when he was alive, and when he died…No, it wouldn't happen. Aunt Tang Ying must be living happily in a corner somewhere, with a family of three or four or five living happily together."
Tang Bai Yong's hands gripped the armrest of his wheelchair tightly, two streams of turbid tears rolling down from the corners of his eyes.
For so many years, everyone had been avoiding talking about Tang Ying in front of him. They were afraid of touching his sore spot.
However, as he grew older, he realized that he did not have much time left, and his longing for his beloved daughter grew deeper.
He did not expect to see his daughter again, but at least let him know about her.
