It was only at this moment that Jiang Mingda finally believed that the Zhu Shuanghua in front of him was the real Zhu Shuanghua, not the other one.
Jiang Mingda couldn't control himself either; tears streamed down his old face.
He pulled the real Zhu Shuanghua into his arms, and in that moment, it was as if his own daughter had come back.
Their emotions completely collapsed, and they both broke down in tears.
Only when their emotions had calmed a little did Zhu Shuanghua notice that someone was standing on the stairs not far away.
Zhu Shuanghua lifted her head from Elder Jiang's embrace, looked past him, and gazed at Jiang Yi on the stairs.
Jiang Yi was wearing loose pajamas, her hair casually tied at the back of her head. Because she'd already gone to bed, there was still a trace of sleepy drowsiness on her face.
She had no idea what had happened.
