"Hmm, it's not just from childhood, right? The demeanor and temperament now also resemble about five or six parts."
Le Tong was momentarily stunned but quickly smiled at the two elderly people, "I am my father's daughter, so naturally, I resemble him."
A glint flashed in the Old Master's eyes, "It's a pity I was in such a hurry today that I forgot to bring a photo of Weikang for the girl to see."
Actually, it wasn't forgotten; the Old Master feared Le Tong still couldn't accept this fact, so he didn't want to bring it to upset her.
"Next time then." Le Tong wasn't in a hurry at all.
The more she interacted with the Old Master, the stronger Le Tong's innate sense of closeness to him became.
"I suppose Father looks quite like you, right?"
Le Tong spoke as if it was unintentional, but it made the Old Master's hand tremble as he flipped through the photo album.
"How do you know? Have you remembered?" the Old Master asked somewhat eagerly.
