The person who was asked for directions had sharp eyes: "What a coincidence, isn't that Yaoyao from the Yu Family over there?"
"Yaoyao!"
She helped shout once.
Yaoyao turned her head, with a nasty attitude: "What's the matter?"
"Hey, you little girl, who's irritated you this time? Someone's looking for your father, you better take them home."
Yaoyao looked at Gu Fuju suspiciously.
Didn't recognize him.
But if it was about her dad, she'd have to be polite.
She asked Gu Fuju.
"Are you in a hurry?"
The hand under Gu Fuju's sleeve was trembling.
Uncle Yan had mentioned that without a portrait it would be hard to recognize, but upon seeing the girl for the first time, he felt a sense of fate, as if his heart would jump out of his chest.
He walked over, his mouth opening and closing, though usually eloquent and articulate, he suddenly didn't know what to say.
He bent down, lifted his hand to brush away a dead leaf from the girl's hair, and spoke hoarsely.
"Not in a hurry."
