"Hahaha, Liu Mo's face looked just like pig liver, and Liu Ruiyun didn't lift his head from start to finish. Today, this father and son have truly embarrassed themselves,"
Laughter and joy filled Yang Linglong's bedroom.
Recalling how the father and son from the Liu family had been humiliated at the dinner.
Her heart was incredibly delighted.
"You have never mentioned anything about your mother."
Lin Fan suddenly interrupted Yang Linglong.
From the dinner, he had noticed many issues.
Especially the conflicts between this father and daughter.
It had become obvious.
"My mother passed away when I was very young."
Speaking of her mother, Yang Linglong suddenly felt sentimental.
She turned and took out a photo album from the cabinet and handed it to Lin Fan.
The album was mainly black and white photos, capturing moments between mother and daughter.
Back then, Yang Linglong was only one or two years old.
And the woman holding her looked exactly like her.
