Coffee shop, in today's noisy city, is a quiet and elegant place. Many people put their rest time here, read newspapers, chat, surf the Internet, and seek a indifferent mood.

"Xiaoru, do you think Xiaoqian will not recognize my father?" Deep in the caf é, in an inconspicuous corner, two slightly old figures sit side by side.

"brother Feng, don't worry, Xiao Qian is not an innocent child. He will understand your pain." The woman sitting inside said, if you just listen to the voice, you may think it's a mature lady talking. However, in fact, no woman can resist the invasion of the years, especially the hard work every...