The young woman walked toward Xiang Minghou step by step. Her eyes landed on Qian Fanji and Zhan Chi, a look of stunned admiration on her face.
Xiang Minghou noticed her too. He watched, wide-eyed, as the heavyset young woman approached. Perhaps it was because he missed his daughter so dearly, but in that daze, he saw an image of Ye Qianning as a child.
Chubby and round, so adorable, calling him "Dad" in her sweet, childish voice.
The tip of his nose stung, and his sharp eyes instantly misted over with tears.
Joy flashed in Zhan Chi's eyes. 'His little girl has grown up so much! She looks exactly the same as when she was young.' He opened his mouth to speak, but his throat felt constricted, and he choked up.
Qian Fanji's eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the heavyset woman's face. 'Her build is a match, but her features don't quite seem right.'
"Pangtuan..."
Xiang Minghou murmured.
"Little girl..." Zhan Chi was the first to step forward.
