When Gu Qingli finished, Xi Zhenming and the old lady looked at each other for a while, with a little surprise in their eyes. Gu Qingli thought she had said something wrong.
She was reflecting on herself.
The old lady smiled and tried to answer Gu Qingli's doubts. "On weekdays, Moxiao does not let anyone look at those photos. These photos are like a hidden history to him. It is useless for anyone who wants to view it. When he was a little older, he took all pictures of him and hid them away. The older he grew up, the less cute he became."
When it came to this, the old lady still had a little resentment in her voice. Gu Qingli was very surprised. "Those photos were very well taken. How can they become his hidden history?"
"Yes, it's a pity that none of the men in the Xi family liked to take pictures. It's almost no fun. Fortunately, I have two small models, Qiuqiu and Youyou."
"Grandma, the two of them are too young now."