C197 The First Gift
Along the way, Tang Luo leaned her head against the glass, her expression indifferent.
Lu Zhan put one hand on the steering wheel and freed a hand to hold her. "Did you fight with Dad?"
Sometimes he did not understand why Tang Soong treated his daughter as if she was a stranger. The same daughter. He still had a smile on his face when it came to Tang Jiajia.
But when he came to Tang Luo's side