"Yueyue, don't blame yourself, if anyone should be blamed, it's me for my poor choice of friends. Let's stop this blame, Yueyue, please sit down first!" Zhao Fubao's voice contained a bit of choking cry, but in the end, he managed to hold back his tears. He helped Dai Xiaoyue sit down, and then half embraced her as he sat down beside her.
"Uncle Zhao, what kind of illness does Grandpa Zhao have?" Xiao Yao looked at the three who clearly hadn't noticed her, and she spoke up first.
"Uh, you are?" Zhao Yifei heard the voice, looked up startled, "Who is this?". But then, seeing the birthmark on her face, he remembered, "You're the lady who bought the inkstone that day!"
Having heard his son's question, Zhao Fubao was also puzzled. Wasn't this girl here to see Xiao Fei? Why didn't Xiao Fei seem familiar with her?
"What's the matter, Xiao Fei, you're not familiar with this lady?" Zhao Fubao asked.
