"Old-fashioned," that's what you always called him, but now he's telling me that he never blamed you for it," Jiang Shu continued, "Just as you said, he really was an 'old-fashioned' man."
"I understand," Tang Mengyao blinked incessantly, her tears were already unstoppable by the time Jiang Shu reached this point.
If possible...
No, right now she truly wished her father was standing inside this hall, watching her.
With a stern expression.
"This is a very old camera that can produce images instantly," Jiang Shu said, while the faceless man on stage also took out a small camera.
It was a model from many years ago, and most people present wouldn't recognize it.
Jiang Shu, however, was quite familiar with it, in the past it was called Polaroid.
"Now, let him take a photo of you as a keepsake. Mr. Tang has instructed me to tell you, don't cry, smile for him." Jiang Shu continued, without revealing the specific reason for the photograph.
