Hearing Fu Yisheng's consolation to his daughter, Song Xiufeng reacted very quickly, and hurriedly said, "Yes, Yisheng is right, don't cry, Qingqing, your uncle and I approached your grandfathers out of selfishness to tell you about your origin. But it doesn't matter whether you accept it or not, everything depends on what you want, what makes you happy."
Before coming, he had silently told himself not to rush, to take it slow.
Lu Qingqing wiped her tears and suddenly lifted her face, "Whether I acknowledge you or not is up to me?"
Song Xiufeng nodded, looking at her bright and exquisite face, and answered slowly and seriously, "Yes, it's up to you, entirely up to you. I was absent for twenty-six years, and it won't matter if you don't call me dad. I know I can't compare with Uncle Lu."
Lu Qingqing fell silent instead.
