Thinking about how tomorrow would soon arrive, Lu Qingqing returned to her room with a sweet smile on her face and saw her dad sitting on the armchair, browsing through a brochure.
As for her mom, she was sitting on the armrest on the left side of Song Xiufeng, her hand resting on his shoulder as they looked at it together.
Despite being middle-aged, they presented a picturesque scene.
"How nice!" Lu Qingqing thought to herself.
Seeing his daughter's beaming smile, Song Xiufeng said softly, "Fu Yisheng, from childhood to adulthood, has always been good at winning hearts. I don't know what he has done or said this time to make our girl so happy. Her eyes are squinting into slits!"
"Didn't you already know?"
