When Yi Roujing came home from work, she found two more people in her yard. A middle-aged man in his forties was sweeping the yard with a broom, while another middle-aged man in his forties or fifties was joyfully looking around here and there.
Ding Ancheng was the one who opened the door for her, "You're off work so early?"
Upon hearing the voice, Xu Zongyin turned his head to look. A charming, outstanding, bright, and generous young woman walked in through the gate. His own son looked at her as if he wished he could glue his eyes to her. It seemed she was his daughter-in-law.
"Roujing?" Xu Zongyin smiled and warmly called out as he walked over.
Looking at the face somewhat similar to Ding Ancheng's, Yi Roujing understood in her heart that this was the biological father looking for them.
"Hello." Yi Roujing greeted.
"Oh, oh, Roujing, I am Ancheng's biological father, which means I'm also your father. There's no need to be formal with me," Xu Zongyin said affectionately.
