"But, but sometimes, enduring a moment brings peace, and stepping back opens up a world of possibilities. Little, you only somewhat resemble Xiao Qingzhu. Your grandfather suspects, you look more like your father whom you've never met."
Chiang Songhai had not expected that Chiang Xiao, who used to listen to his teachings with her head down, would now bluntly refute him. He felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart and could only urge her earnestly again.
"You are still young, and when you grow up, who knows how pretty you might become. The reason your grandfather tells you this is to say that the way you look doesn't necessarily mean your dad was a brute. Maybe he was an educated and cultured man. I don't want you to grow up to be a vulgar village woman who curses and fights at the drop of a hat. Otherwise, what if you find your father one day and he despises you?"
Listening to her grandfather's words, Chiang Xiao couldn't help but be surprised.
