Before Lin Ping'er could answer, Bai Yihong immediately interjected, "Of course she looks like me. It's often said that daughters resemble their fathers. You turned out so well; you definitely got that from your dad!"
Bai Ruozhu couldn't hold back and burst into giggles, and even Rongrong's mother, who was the most reserved at the table, couldn't help but smile.
Lin Ping'er was already laughing so hard she could barely breathe. She gave Bai Yihong a smack and said, "Since when did you become so confident? You should borrow Ruozhu's Western mirror and take a good look at your old face. How does Ruozhu resemble you at all? She must look like me, her mother—otherwise, how could she be so pretty?"
Bai Ruozhu laughed out loud again. Alright, her parents were indeed made for each other; not a pair in a family but not through the same door, they both had equally thick skins.