"You are Youde's first wife, Sister Huishan, right?"
The woman introduced herself, "My name is Liu Chunfang. Youde arranged for me and my daughter to live in the capital city. I came here this time because I heard Youde had an accident. I wanted to bring the child to see him one last time."
"But he had already passed away!"
"Whoo, whoo, whoo... Youde, how could you suddenly leave us, abandoning me and our daughter?"
Liu Chunfang cried her heart out as her daughter, seeing her mother cry, also began to weep loudly.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem..."
Loo Huishan coughed to remind Liu Chunfang to stop crying.
Then she pulled the little girl over, looked her over carefully, and could instantly confirm that this little girl was indeed Zhao Youde's daughter.
She looked too much like him.
At that moment, Loo Huishan thought of Zhao Jingjing, and thus, she also felt a bit fond of this little girl. She tenderly wiped away her tears and pinched her little cheek.