A bit of beauty?
Lu Qingqing lowered her head, suppressing the corners of her mouth that wanted to curl into a smile, struggling to hold back her laughter. Could it be that in Old Yao's eyes, her dad had only one good point: being good-looking?
Old Yao, however, truly hadn't expected Song Xiufeng to become a completely different person and eagerly questioned Ning Anping about it.
Ning Anping, on the other hand, didn't hide anything at all.
By the time she finished speaking, the meal had also come to an end.
Old Yao let out a sigh, "Hearing you say this, I don't know what to say anymore. I've been calling Song Xiufeng a bastard for over twenty years, and it turns out I was scolding the wrong person!"
"You haven't scolded the wrong person! I indeed am a bastard for making the two of them suffer so much."
