Zhou Shuren recalled carefully, "Do I?"
Zhulan struck a balance; it wasn't that she was cold-hearted. Looking at Zhou Shuren, he didn't remember either, "Our eldest daughter, Zhou Xuemei, ah!"
Zhou Shuren was stunned, slapping his forehead, "If you hadn't mentioned her, I would have truly forgotten about her."
Zhulan couldn't help but laugh, "It's not your fault for forgetting her. Besides the time I first came through and remembered the children here, the next time I thought of her was when we were dividing gifts for Jiangnan. I have not given her a single thought otherwise."
Zhou Shuren furrowed his brows, "It really isn't easy for married daughters to return to their parents' home in ancient times. From what I remember, the last time Xuemei came back was in July."
