As soon as Xu Nianhua finished speaking, Su Jinrong's hand came down crisply and decisively. Her hair was fine and soft, and her ponytail looked youthful and lively.
"When Wanru was young, her hair was just as nice, smooth and silky."
Before Su Jinrong finished his sentence, he felt a pain in his waist.
"What, you think I'm old, and my hair's all fallen out? If you think so, I'll go, and I'll live with my daughter."
Jiang Wanru pinched him, hooked her arm with Xu Nianhua's, and pretended to leave.
Upon hearing this, Su Jinrong quickly pulled her back and coaxed, "Wanru, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to say, our daughter looks exactly like you when you were young."
"Then why didn't you recognize Nianhua as our daughter when you saw her last year?" Jiang Wanru shot him a glance.
Su Jinrong: "..."
