"Yes, I was adopted by the Qiao family when I was three years old." Qiao Nian had a faint smile on her face as she looked at Su Yan gently. "I only found my family recently."
Adopted at the age of three?
When Su Yan heard the word "three years old", she suddenly thought of her eldest daughter. Her eyes stung. She quickly looked away and blinked hard, trying to maintain her calm. She took a deep breath and said, "Good, that's good. It's a blessing to be able to find your family!"
"Yes." Qiao Nian smiled and nodded.
"Poor child. Did you suffer in the Qiao family?" Su Yan had the illusion that her eldest daughter was still alive. She still had a chance to see her eldest daughter and listen to every detail of her eldest daughter's life.
