Fu Tingyan immediately became nervous when he heard the word 'photo'.
Who said that one's memory is bad when one is old?
His grandmother still remembered the matter of pulling Bo Ye to look at the photo.
"Grandma, Bo Ye and I have something to do. We need to go back to the room."
As he spoke, he walked towards Bo Ye and grabbed her hand, wanting to go back to the room.
Bo Ye stood still and looked at Fu Tingyan with her cold eyes. She only said three words, "I want to see it."
"I'm here. What's so good about the photos?"
Fu Tingyan's meaning was that was not good to see the real person?
Bo Ye was unmoved. "I want to see it when you were young."
The Old Madam pulled her grandson's hand away. "You child, if Xiao Ye wants to see it, let her see it. He was much cuter when he was young."
The corner of Fu Tingyan's mouth twitched. Grandma, can you stop talking?
