Nan Yu carefully tucked the photo close to her body as if it were some rare treasure.
She sincerely expressed her gratitude, "Brother Ren, this photo is very important to me, thank you for returning it to me."
Ren Xingzhou had seen the photo; he remembered that the person in it was the young Duan Zhu, and then he looked at Nan Yu's face.
Suddenly, he felt that Nan Yu's face and the one in the photo overlapped little by little.
Especially those eyes and eyebrows—they were exactly the same!
Ren Xingzhou's heart began to race as a daring idea popped into his mind.
He blurted out, "Nan Yu, could it be that you are the madam's biological daughter?"
Although Nan Qingqing resembled the madam, she didn't look as much like her as Nan Yu did.
It was as if Nan Yu was the genuine, high-quality product in authentic packaging, whereas Nan Qingqing was like a counterfeit faux version.
Now, every time he thought of Nan Qingqing's face, he felt it was fake, and it even had a plasticky scent.
