Nian Xiaomu narrowed her eyes slightly at the scene before her.
She frowned in discomfort and pressed onto her head.
This scene seemed to be present in her dust-filled memory as well; as her father sipped his tea in the exact same living room, she would sit opposite him with the company's report in hand and narrate the contents to him.
Whenever she narrated something which she was unclear of, she would pause and clarify things with him.
At this point in time, her father would swiftly place down his teacup and pull the daughter, whom he had recently brought home, into his embrace. Then, he would patiently guide her through it while she sat on his lap.
As for Mo Yongheng… Nian Xiaomu raised her head and looked at where he was currently standing.
He was standing in the exact same spot!
He used to stand beside her father in the past as well, just like this!