"Dad can't... beat her."
Dad?
Qin Yue didn't believe those words.
She wanted to struggle free, but couldn't move at all. Desperate and helpless, her limbs flailed wildly, fists clenching as she struck around aimlessly, each punch either landing on nothing or hitting Chen Yi without budging him an inch.
Chen Yi smiled wryly. He had held relatives' children before, had held other people's babies. At the moment, instead of excitement, his heart was filled with curiosity, and only a small bit of emotion beat at his chest.
This is my daughter...
This is my daughter...
Qin Qingluo raised her head, her eyes were as sharp as lightning, glaring at Chen Yi, like an angry lion king unable to roar.
Facing her gaze, Chen Yi wrapped his arm under Qin Yue to shield her eyes, holding her closer, and lifted her slightly forward.
The tall woman trembled, unwillingly suppressing her overwhelming killing intent.
