As soon as Xu Nianhua finished speaking, Su Jinrong's hand crisply and decisively came down—her hair was fine and soft, and when tied up into a ponytail, it looked vibrant and youthful.
"When Wanru was young, her hair was just as nice—smooth and silky."
Before Su Jinrong had finished his words, he felt a sudden pain in his waist.
"What, are you嫌弃ing me for being old? That my hair's falling out? If you嫌弃 me, I'll leave and go live with our daughter."
Jiang Wanru pinched him, linked arms with Xu Nianhua, and made as if to leave.
As soon as Su Jinrong heard that, he hurriedly grabbed her and coaxed, "Wanru, that's not what I meant. I just wanted to say, our daughter is exactly like you were when you were young."
"Then how come last year, when you saw Nianhua, you didn't recognize her as our daughter?" Jiang Wanru glared at him.
Su Jinrong: "..."
