Forget it, forget it.
Let it be like this! Just assume that Jiayou's father died many years ago, and the man in front of us is merely a lookalike.
Yet, in the next moment, the appearance of certain people and the development of certain events ultimately prevented this matter from being resolved smoothly.
As An Nan and Lan Yiqing were about to turn away, the appearance of a figure made everyone involuntarily halt.
"Jiayou..." An Nan's voice calling the other was full of worry, simultaneously realizing with frustration how she had forgotten this child.
However, her call did not elicit any extra attention from the other person. An Jiayou's calm gaze remained fixed on the tall man in front of him, and the sharpness in his eyes made it hard to believe he was just a twelve-year-old child.
"You are An Liyang." Jiayou had longed countless times in his heart for this man's appearance, but upon actually meeting, he felt the distance between dreams and reality was vast.
