Qu's father looked at Mo Liancheng's profile. Pulling weeds was such a mundane task, and yet he did it with such calm. That hand didn't seem like it was made for this kind of work, but he still accompanied him, an elder, to do it. "Young man, you really are extraordinary. If I had a son like you, I could die with a smile, haha—"
"Dad."
"Uh?—" The laughter abruptly stopped, and Qu's father was taken aback.
At the same time, "Pff!!..." A certain woman spurted.
The way Mo Liancheng called out "Dad" was unusually smooth, with no hesitation or delay, completely open and honest. It was as if he had always addressed Qu's father this way.
Qu Tan'er's expression was strange.
She had always wanted to call them Dad and Mom, but never had the chance.
Not being able to openly acknowledge them was a regret in her heart. Yet, he just casually called out "Dad" during a chat? Somehow, it made her heart tremble, and she felt a bit envious and jealous, didn't she?
