The little head turned, looking at the sleeping Ye Mingmei, with some hesitation, "Can't mom come with us?"
"Remember what Uncle told you?" Diwu Zexuan raised an eyebrow.
Meimei nodded obediently, repeating, "This is our secret, we can't let anyone else know, especially mom. Daddy is sick, if mom finds out she'll be worried, and Meimei can't let mom worry."
Diwu Zexuan looked at her delicate, exquisite little face, smiling, and carried her, stepping outside.
It wasn't until they entered the elevator that Meimei's expression began to change from anticipation to nervousness.
The pretty little face, tense and tight.
Her small arms wrapped tightly around Diwu Zexuan's neck, afraid she might fall.
Diwu Zexuan let her hold him, knowing the little girl was nervous about meeting her father for the first time, a gentle smile remained on his face.
If the little girl knew what he had done to Yu Xiuzhun, she probably wouldn't be nervous now.
