God helps those who work hard.
Late in the evening, a mother and daughter appeared at the front door. The young mother was wearing a white cotton dress and had slightly curly hair like seaweed. A diamond hairpin at her temple made her look as innocent as a young girl.
And in her arms was a little girl. The little girl buried her face in her shoulder, as if she was already asleep, making it impossible to see her face.
She was also wearing a similar dress and a small white hair clip, but her hair was chestnut.
Huo Zhou looked at Qiao An, stunned.
After not seeing her for three years, the flat-bodied dried-up beauty in his memory had actually become so curvaceous. She was simply beautiful.
He seemed to understand why Huo Xiaoran was so deeply poisoned by Qiao An.
"Xiaoran, it's Qiao An," Huo Zhou told Huo Xiaoran excitedly.
However, Huo Xiaoran was so nervous and excited that she didn't know what to do.
