Beside Xiao Meng was an abnormally tall and handsome man. He was wearing a smoky gray long-sleeved shirt and glasses. He looked very gentle. Zhuang Long looked at the man and his head suddenly ached.
"Uh…"
Zhuang Long could not help but hug his head. There were many things jumping around in his mind, as if they were about to jump out of his mind.
Seeing that Zhuang Long was suddenly uncomfortable, Ian quickly took away the photo on his leg and asked him with concern, "Herbert, what's wrong? Where are you feeling unwell?"
Zhuang Long shook his head.
When the pain gradually disappeared, Zhuang Long said, "I didn't sleep well last night and have a headache."
Ian suggested, "Why don't you rest in our guest room for a while?"
Zhuang Long refused.
He pointed at the photo album and Ian brought it to him. Zhuang Long opened the photo album and pointed at the man standing beside Xiao Meng in the photo. He asked him, "This is my father?"
