Mo Roulan didn't have any emotion on her face as she looked at the man in front of her. On the other hand, Wang Weimin looked too emotional as he stared at his daughter.
"Xiao Rou…"
His voice came out slightly choked as he whispered his daughter's name.
For a moment, he couldn't believe that all grown up girl in front of him was his daughter. She was so small when he had seen her last before leaving his hometown.
"How have you been?"
He asked as he blinked his tears away.
In response, Mo Roulan only stared at him indifferently. Her eyes went to his expensive suit. She could even tell seeing his shoes that they were very costly.
In all these years even in her past life, she had always wondered where her father would be. Was he alive or dead?
How was he doing?
She never dared to ask her mother about this because she never wanted to see her upset.
Hence, in both of her lives, she didn't get any answer…until now.
