Ning Zhiyuan wiped the moisture from the corner of his eye and muttered to himself, unsure whether he was answering his daughter's question or just talking to himself.
"She, she... of course, I know her... how could I ever forget..."
Ning Linglan looked at the dignified old lady in the video and then at her unkempt father, highly skeptical.
"Dad, stop joking. How could you possibly know someone of her stature..."
Being refuted by his daughter, and seeing the skepticism on Ning Linglan's face, struck a sensitive chord in Ning Zhiyuan's heart.
He suddenly jumped up, shouting, "Who says I don't know her? Of course, I know her, how could I not recognize my ex-wife..."
Nearly twenty years had passed, yet Su Li had become ever more refined; the older she got, the more exquisite she became.
As for him, they were as different as heaven and earth, as different as clouds and mud.
