"Small... Xiaoguan."

Xue Wanyi stood at the door, his voice trembling, his face exuberant and unbelievable.

The girl sitting by the window has grown up, but her eyebrows are still the same as when she was young.

Even if you don't have to say much, you know it's your own daughter.

Suguan tried to regain her mood and stood up: "Hello... Mrs. Qin."

Xue Wanyi listened to her call Mrs. Qin Tai, her face changed, but for the time being, she rushed up, hugged her daughter and sobbed, "Xiaoguan, you are not dead, that's great... Mother wants to kill you... "

She embraced her daughter and poured out her longing...