As Shen Siyuan spoke, Lu Jiawang shifted his gaze to Dou Dou.
With benevolent eyes, he murmured, "Good child, good child, thank you for remembering our Xiao Lu."
He reached out to touch Dou Dou's head, but then glanced at his own gaunt and rough hand, and retracted it.
Such a clean, cute little girl like this, how could someone like him touch her.
Dou Dou didn't mind, she was just looking up, trying to find similarities between this old man and Lu Zimo.
But after looking left and right, she didn't find any similarities.
This made her quite puzzled. Is this old man really Lu Zimo's grandfather?
Lu Jiawang was also quite puzzled, "How did you know our Xiao Lu? I haven't heard him mention it before."
