The man was now convinced that the girl before him must be Li Wan's daughter. The resemblance was just too strong. Without a blood relation, it would be impossible. This girl was practically a carbon copy of Li Wan.
"You must be… Qingqing." The man smiled at Su Qing and gestured to the bamboo table and chairs nearby. "Please, have a seat. I'll be right over after I tidy up."
"You know my name?" Su Qing was a little surprised.
The man pressed his lips together. "Xiao Wan—that is, your mother—mentions your name from time to time. She always calls you Qingqing."
Su Qing froze at his words and glanced toward the bamboo house.
"Have a seat," the man urged Su Qing.
Su Qing nodded and sat down on a bamboo chair. Seeing the man enter the kitchen next door, she looked at the bamboo house again. 'The original owner's mother, even in her current state, had never forgotten her daughter.'
