Fu Nancheng looked seriously and nodded occasionally: "Hmm, the eyes look like mine... the mouth too. No wonder they're so good-looking. The nose looks like yours, a bit ugly."
Hearing this, Qiao Mo immediately flared up.
"Who's ugly? Whose nose is ugly?"
He chuckled softly, put down the photo in his hand, and looked at her indulgently.
Their eyes met, filled with a faint warmth.
For a moment, Qiao Mo was at a loss, seemingly unable to adapt to this sudden harmony, and averted her gaze evasively.
Fu Nancheng handed the photo back to her, advising: "Keep it well, this will be a family heirloom in the future."
Qiao Mo was slightly dazed, a smile appearing in her eyes.
After the car drove for a while, Qiao Mo noticed that the route wasn't right: "This doesn't seem to be the way home."
He chuckled lightly: "Aren't you always getting lost? You actually remember the way?"
