Hearing his father's slightly melancholic words, Ye Lantian stood at the doorway, his body involuntarily stiffening.
He stood there in a daze, bowing his head in shame.
Chi Zaozao covered her mouth and coughed twice, "Cough, cough cough," signaling to Ye Que.
Sensing something was off, Ye Que turned around and saw his daughter had also come over. He couldn't help but frown, standing there with a sullen face, remaining silent.
Ye Lantian wrung his hands together anxiously. After a moment, he raised his head, meeting his father's deep, ink-black eyes. For some reason, facing her father's eyes, she felt somewhat guilty and flustered.
She could no longer find the mentality she once had of acting spoiled in his embrace.
"Dad." She opened her mouth and called out with difficulty.
Ye Que looked at her. The little girl had grown a few centimeters taller than her mother. Standing there, she was truly a graceful and beautiful young woman.
