"Let's go!" Rong Rui waved his hands irritably.
Cheng You was a little confused. What did this man mean
Rong Rui saw her confused face and growled, "Get out of here!"
Cheng You finally reacted, crawled to his feet, opened the door and ran out.
But I found out when I went out the door.
It seems that she didn't bring any money when she went out...
Are we just going to walk back like this
Although it only takes a dozen minutes to get here by taxi, it will definitely take twice as long if you walk back!
Cheng You hesitated for a moment in the corridor, but ultimately did not go back to ask Rong Rui for money, and walked down obediently.
Half an hour later, I walked back home.
Cheng You looked at himself in the mirror at the entrance of the hallway and found that his chin was slightly blue, but it should not be visible as long as he did not look up.
After adjusting his posture, Cheng You pressed the doorbell.
However, as soon as the door was opened, Cheng You saw the face that she had just sworn she would never see again in her life.
When Rong Rui saw her, a smile formed on his face and he shouted, "Dad, Mom, Youyou is back."
When Cheng You heard his name, he was petrified on the spot...
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Su Qianci and Li Sicheng still haven't found where Song Yifan's home is.
Helpless, I had to pick up the phone and ask him to pick me up.
It was more than ten minutes later when Song Yifan met them.
Song Yifan’s hometown is a not very big house, and the furnishings and decoration inside are somewhat classical and old-fashioned.
Unlike the grand and classical old houses, Song Dynasty houses are relatively simple.
As soon as you enter the door, you will see the living room, where there are tablets for ancestors and the God of Wealth, as well as various pottery statues of Guanyin, Guan Erye, and Laughing Buddha. The incense is burning and the smell is quite strong.
There was a mahogany bench in the living room. The whole set of wooden furniture looked to be quite old. Sitting on it was an old man with thick shoulder-length white hair. He looked to be in his sixties or seventies. He wore a gold ring and a gold bracelet on his hands, and a gold necklace around his neck with an icy green longevity ruyi. He was wearing a dark-colored Manchu dress and his eyes were slightly white.
Noticing their arrival, he turned around and looked over here, overjoyed. "You're back? Oh!" the old man said as he stood up and walked towards them.
Song Yifan walked over, helped her sit down, and said, "Mom, please sit down."
Su Qianci and Li Sicheng walked in and called out obediently, "Grandma."
The old man was overjoyed. He looked up at Su Qianci, and the smile on his face froze slightly. "This is..."
Su Qianci blinked and looked at Song Yifan.
"Wait a moment!" The old man seemed to remember something, stood up immediately and walked towards the inner room.
After a while, he came out with a photo frame in his hand.
After looking at the photo frame and then at Su Qianci, the old man looked distressed and shouted with red eyes: "Ah Xuan, you are A Xuan, right?"
"Grandma, I'm not..."
"You haven't changed at all in all these years! But how could you bear to abandon my son? Do you know how Yifan has lived all these years, huh?" The old man's voice was a little choked, and he looked at Li Sicheng, "Who is this?"
Song Yifan came over quickly and said, "Mom, you've got the wrong person. This is my adopted daughter. Her surname is Su, and her name is Su Qianci. She's the Qianci I told you about. This is Qianci's husband, Li Sicheng."
The old lady looked at the photo frame again, compared it with Su Qianci, and said, "How similar they are, this must be Axuan's daughter, right?"
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(End of this chapter)