An Ning slowly walked out from behind the tree and approached An Dafu, calling out in confusion, "Dad?"
An Dafu, who was originally lying on the ground, instantly looked up when he heard the voice.
He immediately became ecstatic.
"Ningning, is that you?"
At this moment, An Ning also confirmed that it was indeed him. Seeing someone she could rely on, and thinking of the grievances she had suffered in the past few days, her eyes reddened with tears, "Dad, it's me, I am An Ning, your Ningning..."
"Oh my dear daughter, Dad should have guessed sooner that you came to this world, otherwise..."
Otherwise what, An Dafu couldn't say what he wanted to.
Now, he was no longer the person who could turn his hand to cloud and rain as before.
Even if he knew earlier, he still might have been powerless.
Moreover, he wasn't oblivious before; from the moment he saw An Ning's ponytail, he had already started to suspect.
