The little friend Mo Chenxi immediately clapped excitedly upon hearing this.
"Xinxin hug!"
He happily stretched out his adorable hands toward Yan Xinxin.
Yan Xinxin smiled slightly and extended her arms to take the little guy over from Mo Chuxi's arms.
Watching Yan Xinxin smiling while holding their son, Mo Chuxi felt a pang in his heart.
"Daddy, hug Chun."
Just as Mo Chuxi was feeling an emptiness in his heart, the soft voice of Little Cutie Mo Zhichun came.
He looked down to find the little princess with her big, watery eyes pulling at his pant leg, asking for a hug.
His heart warmed, and he bent down without hesitation to scoop the little princess into his arms.
"Daddy, Mua~"
The little princess puckered her rosy lips and planted a kiss on the side of Mo Chuxi's face.
It's said that daughters are the warm little jackets for their fathers, and at that moment, Mo Chuxi deeply felt it.
He also understood the little handsome guy in Yan Xinxin's arms.
