The two elderly people stared at the photo, unable to shift their gaze away for a long time.
They had imagined countless times what their missing granddaughter might look like.
But none of those times made them feel as satisfied as the sight of this little girl.
Zhuang Rouhui was triumphant, "I wasn't wrong, was I? You can tell she's my daughter just by looking."
Indeed, despite the different auras, one could vaguely see the resemblance to Zhuang Rouhui.
Ding Xiulan glanced at Li Jiaguo, who nodded in agreement.
Clearly, they were on the same page.
"Where is she now?"
Zhuang Rouhui was just about to answer when Jiao Lei suddenly turned to Li Fuhong and asked softly, "Is she your previously missing child? May I have a look?"
Just then, Li Fuhong's gaze was also fixated on the back of the photo, curious about what Yue Qingqing really looked like.
Taking the photo from Ding Xiulan, Li Fuhong also couldn't look away.
His fingers involuntarily touched the face on the photo.
