Xinxin not only kept calling out, but also stretched out her two small hands, reaching desperately for Mo Ang. Even though she was several meters away from 'Daddy'.
"Daddy..." Xinxin continuously called out with her tender and unclear voice.
That reliance on Mo Ang was not only something Wen Rufeng envied, but An Ning and Grandma Yu were also jealous of it.
Especially An Ning, why? From the time the child was born to when she learned to speak, it was her mother who took care of her every day, yet in her little, naive heart, she dared not admit that her mommy was more important than her daddy?
It seemed this daughter was truly ungrateful, it was clear that these two must have been lovers in a previous life.
Mo Ang didn't move; he just watched Xinxin's anxious behavior as she looked at him.
Being longed for by one's daughter is really an enjoyment.
This kind of enjoyment is something that no one else can replace.
