Standing at the door was a man under five foot seven, a bit overweight, with a seemingly amiable appearance.
In his left hand, he held a bouquet of flowers, and in his right, a gift box.
Jiang Xiaoyan's scream immediately attracted Jiang Xu and the others.
Zhou Qingyue was puzzled, "What's wrong with this person?"
An Nuonuo was also completely confused.
Only Jiang Xu's pupils dilated, "Damn, Jiang Yuanfeng!"
He rubbed his eyes vigorously.
There was no mistake—it was indeed him.
Jiang Xiaoyan's father.
Wasn't her dad supposed to be dead?
After the shock, Jiang Xiaoyan calmed down, her face cold as ice, "Old man, you'd better explain yourself clearly to me."
Jiang Yuanfeng gave a sheepish smile, "Daughter, today's your birthday, happy birthday. Can I come in first?"
Inside the house.
Jiang Xiaoyan sat with her legs crossed, leaning against the couch, her gaze icily fixed on the very restrained Jiang Yuanfeng sitting across from her.
