When Sang Rou went upstairs, she indeed saw her father as well, and remembering what her aunt had told her, she was overjoyed and stepped forward with a smile, calling out, "Father, mother, you were looking for me?"
Sang Pingliang examined her from head to toe, noting her well-proportioned figure, sparkling eyes, and slightly thin lips, but her overall appearance was still quite delicate. Though not as exceptionally beautiful as Sang Wan, she was not far behind! A change of clothes and some good grooming would do, indeed, she would be presentable!
The more Sang Pingliang looked, the more satisfied he felt, as if appraising an item of great value, a content smile on his face. Seeing his reaction, Sang Rou was so delighted she almost flew with joy, standing coyly with a light smile, slightly lowering her gaze, somewhat uneasy, clutching her own fingers, which made her look even more pitiful.
