Song Song never expected to reunite with her biological father in such a clumsy manner—
Ignoring the pain in her feet, she immediately scrambled up from the ground, stumbling as she said, "Hello, Uncle Qiao, I—I'm Song Song, we've met once before."
Back then, she didn't know that he was her father, so she hadn't paid much attention to the man.
Now knowing the truth, she looked again, seeing only grace and charm.
Her parents were both so good-looking, why was she born so plain? It didn't make any sense.
Qiao Yanjing's eyes briefly flashed with coldness. This was like finding what one was searching for without any effort at all; last time those people didn't succeed, and he had been looking for another opportunity to act, little did he expect she would come to him herself.
"I remember you, you're Qiao Yu's... friend."
Turning his head toward Qiao Yu, he said, "Treat Miss Song well."
