"Nianhua's classmate is delivering something and even brought his parents?" Xu Qinghe found it particularly odd after hearing this.
Xu Qinghe stepped out of the workshop and saw from a distance, indeed, there was a car parked at their doorstep.
No matter who it was, Xu Qinghe had to go back and see.
"Wuu wuu, it's all my fault, my poor daughter." Fang Yue wiped her tears, filled with guilt and self-blame.
"Enough, now that you're here, speak properly. What's with all the crying? Although the Xu family lives in the countryside, by the looks of it, they seem to live quite well. You're still crying here, are you disdaining them for picking up your daughter and raising her?" Gu Hai spoke in a deep voice.
Gu Hai stood with his hands behind his back, surveying the surroundings; the verdant mountains and forests indeed made it a picturesque spot.
