"Xu Nianhua brings gifts, and now she's brought her parents too?" Xu Qinghe listened and found it especially odd.
Xu Qinghe walked out of the workshop, and from a distance, sure enough, there was a car parked right at their doorstep.
No matter who these people were, Xu Qinghe knew he had to go back and take a look.
"Sob, it's all my fault, my poor daughter." Fang Yue wiped her tears, guilt and remorse showing on her face.
"Enough, since you're here, just talk properly. What's with all the crying? The Xu Family may live in the countryside, but from the look of things, life's not bad. You keep crying like you're disgusted that they took the girl in and raised her?" Gu Hai said in a deep voice.
Gu Hai stood with his hands behind his back, looking around at the green mountains and forests surrounding them—it really was a beautiful place.
