"Don't worry," han yichu said softly to Huang qingwu."It'll be fine. I also have something to tell uncle."
Huang qingwu looked at her father again. Seeing that her father's expression was firm, she turned to look at her mother.
Yun Bilu smiled."Don't worry. Don't you trust your father?"
Yun Bilu could feel that her daughter was in love, because she could tell from her face that she was the younger daughter. That was the feeling of being in love.
Yun Bilu looked at her daughter and recalled her younger days.
It was good to be young.
