"Hello... Hello..."
"Beep beep beep..."
The call was disconnected, and Du Qingyue fell into a long silence.
Her expression remained unchanged, but her heart wasn't as calm as it appeared on the surface. Saying it was a storm would be an exaggeration, but there was still significant turmoil.
In fact, with a bit of analysis, one could tell that the authenticity of this picture was very low.
But what Du Qingyue cared about wasn't the truthfulness of what's in the picture, but the truthfulness of her father's words.
Even though history has proven countless times that Du Zhixiang is past the point of saving, blood is thicker than water.
The relationship is strange—having been deceived countless times, yet still can't help but hope this time it's real.
"Let's see what Xiao Feng has to say." Du Qingyue thought to herself as she walked toward the yard.
Just as she stepped out the door, she saw Xiao Feng walking in from outside the gate.
"Did you go out?" Du Qingyue asked.
