Father and daughter simultaneously turned their heads.
Outside the small courtyard, from the deep flower cluster all the way to the courtyard walls, there was a stretch of original wood-colored natural-style wooden fence.
A figure stood there, not knowing how long they had been there, their hands still in the motion of knocking against the fence.
Those hands were also quite attractive, nails done in a gentle color palette, wearing a beige trench coat that spoke of efficiency. Following the line upward, black wavy hair, with cat-like pupils and crimson lips, showed little trace of the passage of time.
Then she bent the corners of her lips, from her fingertips to her hair everything radiated the meticulousness of a sophisticated woman, her voice also sweet and tender, "Mr. Tang, who do you think Jinjin should like the most?"
Damn.
Saw a familiar person.
Couldn't keep the seriously indifferent face any longer.
