Fu Nancheng didn't argue with him, but asked again, "I have one last question."
"Go ahead," Qiao Dehou sighed softly. Times have changed, and right now Xiao Mo is in a difficult situation but as her father, he can't help much. Thankfully, the man before him is making every effort to protect her, which gives him a bit of comfort.
"How did Yang Peiyun treat Xiao Mo in the past?"
Qiao Dehou pondered for a moment. Although Yang Peiyun had been 'dead' for many years and had vanished from his life,
he had lived with her for several years back then.
Though he never brought her back to the Qiao family, he considered her small home as another home. Thinking back to more than twenty years ago, with the delicate and tender Qiao Yun and Qiao Mo, his eyes softened with tenderness.
