Rong Yuanhe was surprised to see Xu Manxing daring to confront him head-on, but when he noticed that her hands were clenched on the sofa, he quickly realized that she was just trying to be tough.
"Oh, you're disturbing me so late at night. Who is this?"
Grandma Xu didn't get angry because of this. She said it coldly and quickly turned her gaze to Rong Yuanhe.
"Grandma, his name is Rong Yuanhe, the second son of the Rong family."
"The Rong family."
Her expression improved a little when she heard this surname. It was obvious that she also knew the situation of Xu Manxing and the other person.
"I'm tired now, I'm going to grab my things and leave quickly."
Grandma Xu glanced at the two of them for a long time, then left with her cane.
"I understand, Grandma."
Xu Manxing looked at Grandma Xu's elderly back and felt a little sad.
Her grandmother looked down on her because she was a girl and had always liked her younger brother since she was a child. She was even stricter with her before Xu Yiran was born.
But Grandma Xu's life is also a generational tragedy.
Xu Manxing didn't want to say much. She always just listened to these awkward remarks and never took them to heart.
It seems like she hasn't been back for almost a year.
Mother Xu might also hate the fact that Grandma Xu always sends gift boxes during festivals and rarely comes back in person.
While thinking, Xu Manxing tiptoed to the room where he lived as a child and took out a photo album from the mezzanine of the bookcase.
"Huh~ I'm finally out."
Standing outside the old house, Xu Manxing breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the lighted house in front of him.
She patted the album in her hand carefully and opened it to browse through it.
It contains photos of her from birth to the age of eight.
Xu Manxing looked at these photos of crying and laughing, and the memories in his mind began to emerge one by one along with the contents of the photos.
Rong Yuanhe, who was standing by, just glanced at it casually.
Who would have thought that when Xu Manxing turned to a photo, his pupils subconsciously dilated and he was stunned.
That photo...is a photo of Xu Manxing and Rong Yuanhe.
It's in that park...
But Xu Manxing was not dressed like a little girl, but rather like a little boy.
"Brother Yuanhe! I'm here to play with you again!"
In a trance, he seemed to hear that pleasant and lively voice again in his ears.
"Did you often go to Forest Park?"
Rong Yuanhe concealed the strangeness in his heart and asked calmly.
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