Old Bai patted his thigh and said, "I finally remembered, didn't I?"
Chiang Songhai also understood. Was Old Bai saying Little resembled someone?
He too became anxious and couldn't help but ask hurriedly, "Brother Old Bai, have you ever met a woman who should be around thirty-six or thirty-seven years old now, who looks a bit like Little?"
Hearing his grandfather utter these words eagerly, Chiang Xiao knew he was thinking of her mother, Chiang Qingzhu.
She probably resembled Chiang Qingzhu.
If it were Chiang Qingzhu, Chiang Xiao truly had no expectations at all.
After what she had gone through with Old Meng and Meng Chaojun, she held no curiosity or expectations for her parents anymore; it didn't matter if she never found them. After all, she was past the age where she wanted to track down her biological parents and demand to know why they abandoned her.
But Old Bai shook his head and said, "No, not a woman. It's strange, but Little looks like a man."
A man?
