"Mr. Jin!"
As soon as Meimei saw Jin Chenye sitting in the living room, she immediately slid down from Ye Mingmei's arms and ran toward Jin Chenye.
After a few steps, she seemed to remember something, blinked her big eyes, stopped her steps, and walked slowly to Jin Chenye like a little lady, reaching out for him to hold her.
In front of someone as refined as Jin Chenye, even a three-year-old girl knows to be mindful of her image, making it hard not to smile.
"Meimei has gotten even prettier."
Jin Chenye's thin lips curved into a gentle smile, composed and elegant, as he reached out to pick up the obedient little girl and placed her on his lap.
"Meimei missed Mr. Jin," the little girl nestled her soft body into Jin Chenye's embrace, looked up with a bright smile.
Other than Diwu Zexuan, the person Meimei adored the most was undoubtedly Jin Chenye.
