Ya Xi picked up the photo and saw her father, still young, with a woman beside him who was not her mother. Her father was holding a little girl in his arms. The three people in the photo were smiling very happily.
Especially her father, she had never seen him smile that happily. Although her father had pampered her since she was young and always smiled at her, this smile was different.
This photo wasn't the one she had seen before, but the little girl in them both was the same person.
Ya Xi stared at the photo, her complexion turning somewhat pale.
"Xiao Xi, what are you doing?" Yan Anbang said in a stern voice.
Startled, Ya Xi's hands dropped the box to the floor, spilling the letters everywhere, holding only that photo in her hand.