"I'm not an orphan, nor a wild child... Daddy is just sick..."
"Mr. Diwu, when Daddy gets better, will he come to see me?" Meimei suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with hope, glistening with tears.
Such a hopeful gaze made Diwu Zexuan unable to refuse.
"Yes, when he gets better, he will definitely come to see you. You are his pride!" Diwu Zexuan took the photos from Meimei's hands, put them into the box, and gently held her soft little body in his arms.
He looked at her seriously.
"Your mom doesn't know that your daddy is sick, and we can't let her know. Otherwise, she would worry. Do you want Mommy to worry?"
"Meimei doesn't want Mommy to worry..." The little girl shook her head vigorously like a rattle drum.
Ye Mingmei is her soft spot. Even at only three years old, the little girl knows she shouldn't make Mommy sad or worried.
